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The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real big spender,
Good looking, so refined.
Say wouldn’t you like to know what’s going on in my mind?
Let me get right to the point,
I don’t pop my cork for every girl I see.
Hey, big spender,
Spend a little time with me.
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