| Cindy’s cryin' but it ain’t no use —
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| She’s got a habit and she can’t get loose
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| Stoppin' each and ev’ry man she meets
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| Gonna be a hooker on Bleecker Street
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| On Bleecker Street
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| Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
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| You said you’d leave it and I hope you’re tryin'
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| Oh, they call it livin', and it feels like dyin'
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| Police stopped her on the street today
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| She was holdin' and they took her away
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| Threw her in jail and they made her wait
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| She was cryin' «Oh, Jesus, let me just get straight
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| Let me just get straight». |
| Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
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| I know you can make it but you better stop tryin'
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| Oh, they call it livin', Baby, someone’s lyin'
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| Cindy, Cindy, whatcha gonna do?
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| Got no money and you’re way past due
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| You got every last penny I had
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| The man is restless and your credit is bad
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| And your credit is bad, Honey, makes you feel like cryin'
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| We can make it but we better start tryin'
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| Oh, I ain’t leaving you and I ain’t lyin'
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| Now Cindy went South and took the cure
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| «This time, Honey, I’m straight for sure»
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| Went to the corner to the grocery store
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| You were gone ten minutes and I know you scored
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| And I know you scored
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| (Repeat First Verse) |