.Oh, God, deliver me
From my enemies
These women in green
Winter coats
Working for the tip
Don't paint your lips
And don't bite, I'm bating you
And don't cry, 'cause they want you to
Mama, I'm sleeping it off
Worn thin from red lights and scotch
How I hate being cros.
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