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first last night we're riding homewith friends in a big blue carfor this man fed us rubbishas if it were caviarwe told him, 'sir, please go away! ''we're innocent of crimes! 'he hit me with his black nightstickand all I heard were criesi'm falling
I asked her for a date one nightshe thought it'd be a laughi'd take her to a restaurantand then up to her pad
I waited at my house that nightfor her phone call to comeshe'd gone off with a ruffianand he came by with a guni'm fallingyes i'm falling
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