| I can’t say I ain’t been around
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| That I ain’t done my time
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| Seems like this big old world
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| Has been one big shoe to shine
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| But I never ever took a dime
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| For what comes naturally
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| And if I never knew the truth
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| Well she’d be fine with me
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| One night she stayed over here
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| And left her little black book behind
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| Well that little black book ain’t little no more
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| And it wasn’t too hard too find
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| She’d leave me in this lonely room
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| The thought just made me sick
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| It’s funny how the pieces fit
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| My baby gets around a bit
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| Yeah, my baby gets around a bit
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| Her pager would ring, it’s a funny thing
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| She’d have to go right away
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| She always had a wad of cash
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| Much more than her job could pay
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| I’d ask her where she’s going to
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| And this is what she’d say
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| «i gotta meet someone for an interview
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| He’s only in town today»
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| Always a little bit overdressed
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| Much more than I thought he’d be
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| High heel shoes and day glow dress
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| Ain’t seem strange to me
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| She’d leave me in this lonely room
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| While some stud got his sex
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| Just then the thought occurred to me
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| My baby gets around a bit
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| My baby gets around a bit
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| Oooh, my baby gets around a bit…
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| Took her to the local bar
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| Where I like to hang
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| Every guy that passed her by
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| They all seemed to know her name
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| They all called her by a different name
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| And one of them winked at me
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| Some guy named stan said «you're the man
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| I heard you get it for free»
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| She’d leave me in this lonely room
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| And the thought hit me like a brick
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| It’s funny how the pieces fit
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| My baby gets around a bit
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| Ooooh, my baby gets around a bit
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| Ooooh, my baby gets around a bit
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| My baby gets around a bit
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| My baby gets around…
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| My baby. |