| Valentino’s got a bookie shop and what he takes
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| He gives for what he’s got
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| And what he’s got he says he has not
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| Stole from anyone
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| It’s not that he don’t tell the truth
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| Or even that he misspent his youth
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| It’s just that he holds the proof
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| But you know something’s wrong
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Valentino’s in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet
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| Against the odds he smokes another cigarette
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| Says that it helps him to forget
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| That he’s a nervous wreck
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| It’s not that he misses much
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| Or even that he’s lost his lucky touch
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| It’s just that he gambles so much
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| And you know that it’s wrong
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting just to catch your eye
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Just to say I told you I told you
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting just to get you
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Valentino got nowhere to go On his own like Romeo
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| Blow by blow he watches his money go Now he’s oh so low
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| It’s not that he misses her
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| Or even that he can’t resist her
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| It’s just that kissing her
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| Can feel so strong
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting just to hold you
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Just to say I told you
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| Waiting for an alibi
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| Waiting for an alibi |