| Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain’t here
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| He gone North, he ain’t around
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| They say that vanity got the best of him
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| But he sure left here after sundown
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| By the way, that’s a cute hat
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| And that smile’s so hard to resist
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| But what’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
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| You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
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| She wanted a whole man, not just a half
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| She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
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| You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
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| In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
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| It’s done with a flick of the wrist
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| What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
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| You know, a woman like you should be at home
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| That’s where you belong
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| Watching out for someone who loves you true
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| Who would never do you wrong
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| Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
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| Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
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| What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
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| You know you can make a name for yourself
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| You can hear them tires squeal
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| You can be known as the most beautiful woman
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| Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal
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| You know, news of you has come down the line
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| Even before ya came in the door
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| They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
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| Each one of them got a fireproof floor
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| Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
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| They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
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| What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
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| Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
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| Got to have done some evil deed
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| Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
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| Got to play your harp until your lips bleed
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| They say that patriotism is the last refuge
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| To which a scoundrel clings
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| Steal a little and they throw you in jail
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| Steal a lot and they make you king
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| There’s only one step down from here, baby
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| It’s called the land of permanent bliss
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| What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this? |