| My name is Norman -- Lou Norman
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| I’ve been in this business for fifteen years
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| If people have a problem and don’t want talk to the police
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| They want talk to me
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| So, this Friday afternoon I got a phone call
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| Young lady asked me to go downtown
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| What the hell is a girl like Mandy Cooper
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| Doing at the lower Manhattan Ocean Club?
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| Looking like a taxi model
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| And with a voice like Mihaelia Jackson
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| She don’t need to work in slots like this
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| She got the pair of blue eyes that look green to me
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| And then she approached me
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| Oh boy
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| Miss Cooper, I suppose?
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| Let’s stop playing games
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| I’m on the job here
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| Let’s come to terms
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| She tried to wind me up with some nonsense
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| About an ex-boyfriend who was giving her a hard time
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| I said listen honey
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| We all know you can help yourself
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| If you want me to work on your case
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| Let’s get things straight -- and now
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| Oh boy
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| Nobody is ever gonna damage your career
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| With a voice like this
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| And a pair of eyes
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| You’re gonna be huge in any business
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| You still don’t smoke?
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| I need to drink
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| And maybe you join me
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| Looks better for the chappy over there
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| Looks like old friends
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| Meeting after a hard night’s work
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| I walked to the corner slowly
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| Wanted to ask Mr. Big here for a light
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| He turned around
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| I put a quarter into the jukebox
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| And played a beautiful Ave Maria
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| When I turned around
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| Miss Cooper had gone |