Left my wallet in the club
too drunk to call a cab
so I strolled down 5th Avenue
lonely jerk that's no new
Met a girl called Lisa
she said come to my place
I refused and turned my back
she took out the knife and stabbed my luck
I woke up in the hospital
a nurse was checkin' my pressure
I couldn't move
I talked to a stranger and she talked back....
Lisa was a thief...
but she didn't get my wallet
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