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She’s got an alligator bag
Top hat to match
Dressed in black on black
She’s got a philipino girlie
She claims is her friend
I tell you boys, you just gotta laugh
Now I used to call her cindy
She changed her name to sin
I guess that’s the name of her game
I really used to love her
Then, the kitty she discovered
It’s got to be a sexual thing
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All around the world
Girls will be girls
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It’s the same ol’, same ol’ situation
It’s the same ol’, same ol’ ball and chain
I say no, no, no
No, no, no
Introduced me to her lover
In a cellophane dress
Then they bid me a sweet farewell
Last time I saw them
They were kissing so softly
To the sound of wedding bells
Well,
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No, no, no
No, no, no
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You know we just gotta say
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