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35 lines
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One time love, take care how you use it
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Try to make it last all night, and if you take your pick
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Be careful how you choose it, sometimes its hard to feel it bite
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Feel it bite
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A man I know, went down to Louisiana
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Had himself a bad, bad fight
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And when the sun peeked through
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John cameron with Suzanna
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He kissed the whiskers, left anf right
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Whiskers
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Now, now, now, fright subsides
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Out at a hotel in the quarter, our friends check in to pass the night
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Now love gets hot, but fire preceded water
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Poor whiskers set the room alight
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Whiskers
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Down on Bourbon street, you know it's right
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You can see my friend, they run around all through the night
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Most everywhere, until the closet's bare
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Run for the razor, doin' up my hair
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New orleans queens, sure know how to schmooze it
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Maybe for some that seems alright
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When i step out, strut down with my sugar
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She'd best not talk like barry white
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One time love, take care how you use it
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Try to make it last all night, and if you take your pick
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Be careful how you choose it, sometimes its hard to feel it bite
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Feel it bite |