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She's a girl who likes her living |
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Never tired of always giving |
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Faceless men pay for the pleasure |
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And the nights go on and on |
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Walking the street |
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For a handful of money |
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Love don't come cheap |
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With a heart of gold |
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She's indiscreet |
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But to me, girl, it's funny |
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They pay for the love of a girl |
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With a pure heart of gold |
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She ain't hungry for a lover |
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When it's over, there's another |
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Loneliness won't be a problem |
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When the nights go on and on |
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Walking the street |
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For a handful of money |
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Love don't come cheap |
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With a heart of gold |
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She's indiscreet |
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But to me, girl, it's funny |
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They pay for the love of a girl |
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With a pure heart of gold |
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But something about her makes me cry |
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The light is fading from her eyes |
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Memories of girlish purity |
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Where love surrenders |
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And the nights go on and on |
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Walking the street |
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For a handful of money |
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Love don't come cheap |
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With a heart of gold |
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She's indiscreet |
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But to me, girl, it's funny |
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They pay for the love of a girl |
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With a pure heart of gold |
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When they pay for the love of the girl |
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With a pure heart of gold, no, heart of gold, no |
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When they pay for the love of the girl |
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With a pure heart of gold, no, heart of gold |
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Oh, no, no |
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When they pay for the love of the girl |
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With a pure heart of gold, heart of gold |
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She's a girl who likes her living |
