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    Heard you knockin' on the
    Devil's door
    Come back tomorrow baby
    Cause he ain't takin' any more
    See you walkin' down on
    Bourbon street
    I can tell you girl
    Who the man is you've got to meet
    Well he's go the flashy diamonds
    He's got the brand new car
    Says he's got the kind of things
    The kind of things that'll take you far
    An' alls you've got to give
    Alls ya got to give
    Is a just a little bit 'o lovin' girl
    Whoa no no yeah
    Just a little bit 'o lovin girl
    Whoa no no yeah
    Well like a vampire
    She stalks the streets at night
    Say's he's gonna give you every thing you want and more
    If the time is right
    And no you ain't got
    You ain't got
    To take
    But any bit of his lovin' girl
    No no oh yeah
    Any bit of his lovin girl
    Say money's comin' in
    But every thing is fine
    Food on the fridge
    And there's plenty of time
    To get you back up on top again
    Its better than bein' at the bottom
    In the bitter end
    But I got you in the game
    The story's told
    Devils come around
    To take your soul
    Said he wants to be your number one man
    And tell you when to walk
    And who to fuck
    And when you can stand
    The back seat of
    A limosine
    But if you make a million dollars
    Baby you'll be the queen
    Of it all
    Oh no no yeah
    You'll be the queen of it all
    Whoa no no yeah


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