Down the road a rich man
Tells a street-story tale
There's a sweet lady
Giving out orders
She don't mind the weather
She don't mind the time
She's only looking for her sweet peace-o-mind
She don't mind the weather
She don't mind the time
She just sits there looking sweet and divine
She's the lady
She's got me going
She's he woman ... oh, my, my, my
And all the cheapskates
Hanging down the alley
And all the cheaper ladies
Better stay away
Cheaper loosers who can't cut a deal
All the sheep pray ... oh, my, my, my
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