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I like when the lights
In a bank are on all night
And the safe inside
It is safe, safe, safe

And the window up above
Fits like a glove
For the girl inside
Is a waif, waif, waif

A rumble and a stumble
And a curse for a cab
I chat with a mumble
To a pretty boy Arab

He said his name is Pierre
And his game is cutting hair
If I had a dime for every time
I’d pay the cabbie’s fare
But I don’t and I won’t so I run
But he had a dime for every crime

So he fired his gun
It went bang past my ears
And they rung, rung, rung

The girl dove to the floor
But just right before
She took these words in her mouth
And she sung, sung, sung

I like when the lights
In a bank are on all night
And the safe inside
Is safe, safe, safe

And the fella down below
Measures a mile with a toe
And to him I confide
I’m a waste, waste, waste

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