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On a cross town bus in the city |
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I spied a lady all dressed in black |
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High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose |
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Her front was saggin' out on the rack |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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Driver, won't you stop this crazy machine |
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And let my feet out and touch the ground |
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Got to lay me a line on the lady |
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Before she walks down the street too far |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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That's right |
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Yes she has, yes she has |
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Watch me waking |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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I believe, I believe |
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That the lady's gonna bring me luck |
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I know she bring some luck |
