| I was a long way from home, on the streets of shame,
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| Where the women in cages play any kind of game.
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| That’s when I saw her, and I looked into her eyes —
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| I don’t speak the language, but I sure see the merchandise.
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| Oh, what could I say? |
| I was hot for you.
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| When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?
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| Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.
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| She was a sight, she had a ring right through her nose.
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| A feeling came over me from my head right down to my toes.
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| Must have been the voodoo, or that trickery,
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| Like something in a movie by Rico Fellini.
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| Oh, what could I say? |
| I was hot for you.
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| When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?
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| Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.
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| Black halter, walk the streets of shame.
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| Well, I think she knew by now that I was no saint.
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| Is this the holy cow, waiting 'till I retain?
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| Left her angel line-up — I was begging her for more.
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| Standing on the concrete, I’m going to break down the door.
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| Oh, what could I do? |
| I was hot for you.
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| When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?
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| Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.
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| Black halter, walk the streets of shame. |