| Jewel thief, where do you get
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| All those pretty necklaces?
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| Jewel thief, where do you get
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| All those pretty rings?
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| Jewel thief, where do you get
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| All those silver pistols?
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| Jewel thief, where do you get
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| All those animal heads?
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| With lovely posture, you eat bread
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| Carefully chewing, when they shot you dead
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| You look like a mannequin with your mouth full
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| Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you
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| You’ve got a million horses at your door
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| You’ve got a feeling that you’ll need a million more
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| I got a million horses of my own
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| In the evening, one by one, they carry me home
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| I’ll get your telephone
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| I’ll run a comb
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| Through your dead thief hair
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| Tell them you’re not home
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| I’ll wear your pretty clothes
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| And shoot you’re stolen guns
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| Jewel thief, you and I
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| Are gonna be best friends
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| You’ve got a million horses at your door
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| You’ve got a feeling that you’ll need a million more
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| I got a million horses of my own
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| In the evening, one by one, they carry me home
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| They carry me home
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| They carry me home
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| They carry me home |