| Saturday night I was down town
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| Working for the F.B.I.
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| Sitting in a nest of bad men
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| Whiskey bottles piling high
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| Boot legging boozer on the west side
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| Full of people who are doing wrong
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| Just about to call up the D.A. | 
| man
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| When I heard this woman singing a song
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| A pair of forty fives made me open my eyes
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| My temperature started to rise
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| She was a long cool woman in a black dress
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| Just a five nine beautiful tall
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| With just one look I was a bad mess
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| Cause that long cool woman had it all
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| I saw her heading to the table
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| Well, a tall walking big black cat
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| When Charlie said «I hope that you’re able, boy»
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| I’m telling you she knows where it’s at
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| Well, suddenly we heard a siren
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| And everybody started to run
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| A jumping out of doors and tables
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| Well, I heard somebody shooting a gun
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| The D.A. | 
| was pumping my left hand
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| And she was holding my right
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| I told her don’t get scared
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| Cause you’re gonna be spared
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| I gotta be forgiven
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| If I want to spend my living with
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| A long cool woman in a black dress
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| Just a five nine beautiful tall
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| With just one look I was a bad mess
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| 'Cause that long cool woman had it all
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| Had it all
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| Had it all
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| Had it all
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| Had it all
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| Had it all |