| Dance, baby, dance
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| They’re gonna give you all the cash in advance
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| And from your hips you got a price tag selling romance
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| Right away, you’re a natural
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| Lined up for you
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| All down the street, around the corner, in the queue
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| And past the pub with all the vagrants and the booze
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| As I’ll be sittin' playin' blues here on the piano for the drunk and the few
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| Singin' our favorite tune
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| They made a hooker out of you
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| Hangin' out by an old streetlight
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| A nip of gin to get you through the night
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| Toss out a hook and hope you get a bite
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| But you ain’t had a hit here lately
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| They’re watchin' your fantasy
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| Fade away into a broken dream
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| Lie down with dogs and you’ll wake up with disease
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| Oh, baby cant you see, ain’t been a genius here since 1932
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| You’d think that you were one of the few
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| They made a hooker out of you
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| I don’t know where I am
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| But I’m alone and just a shell of a man
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| Gave it all up for the one-night stand
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| For the love of a fan’s adoration
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| It rots you to the core
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| It’ll steal your heart and soul, for sure
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| Leave you feelin' unwelcome and on hell’s front door
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| You’d think that that would give you a clue
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| I’m throwin' out this moniker, when suddenly it did occur
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| That maybe, baby, I’m a hooker too
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| And I’m hearin' that familiar tune
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| They made a hooker out of you
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| And maybe I’m a hooker too
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| And maybe I’m a hooker too
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| And maybe I’m a hooker too |