| little black girl in a red dress
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| on a hothight with a broken shoe
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| little black girl you shoulde never left home
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| theres probly someone thats still waitin' up for you
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| its cold back in chicago
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| but in los angles its worse
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| when all you got is $ 29.00 and an alligator purse
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| i see already that vulture in the fleetwood
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| with the startruse hood
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| can see you’re trying to get you bearrings
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| and you say hey which ways the main stem
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| and where ever you say you’re from
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| he’ll say he grew up there himself
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| and he’ll comeon and make you feel
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| like you grew up right next door to him
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| and you say take a left on a central
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| and he trows it in reverse
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| cause you only got $ 29.00 and an alligator purse
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| and he’ll come on like a gentleman
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| and you’ll be a little shy
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| you say you ex old man was a sax player
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| he’ll say baby i used to play bass for sly
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| and you say you like his cadillac, say honey, i got 2 or 3
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| he’ll say sweetheart you’re sure fortunate
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| that you ran into me
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| when you’ve done a dime in the joint
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| you figure nothin' could be worse
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| and you got $ 29.00 and an alligator purse
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| well he got pharoh on the 8 track
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| you start smokin' a little boo
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| you thinkin' gettin' outofchicago was the
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| best thing that ever happend to you
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| startin' to like it already
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| this cat seems to be cool
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| and he says honey i know a good hotel out in west hollywood
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| that’d be just right for you
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| but he ain’t know good samaritan
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| he’ll make sure he’s reimursed
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| lot more than $ 29.00 and a alligator purse
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| now the sirens just an epilog
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| the cops here always get there too late
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| they always stop for coffee on the way to the scene of the crime
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| then they always try so hard to look just like movie stars
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| they couldnt catch a cold
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| you ony wasting you dime
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| and she’s lucky to be alive
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| the doctor whispered to the nurse
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| she only lost a ½ pint of blood
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| $ 29.00 and an alligator purse |