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She came around here |
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Past midnight |
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She's always looking soft and far away |
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Yeah and she knows she's looking alright |
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Yeah, hey angel what you trying to be |
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Hey angel what you trying to be |
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What you drinkin' |
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Just trying to be polite |
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Looks like a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night |
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That's all right |
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Why don't you climb on and ride |
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Down my street, away with me |
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Instead of looking soft and far away |
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Come on why don't you learn to live a little |
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Dangerous |
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Hey angel what you trying to be |
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Hey angel what's the tragedy |
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What you drinking |
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A Nappa Valley white |
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Well it's a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night |
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That's right |
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Why don't you climb on and ride |
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Ride little baby, alright |
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Hey angel what you trying to be |
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Hey angel what's the tragedy |
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What you drinking |
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Just trying to be polite |
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Well it's a Tanqueray and Kamikaze night |
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Last call to climb on and ride |
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Take a chance... ...on some late night romance |
