I want caviar and chitins for breakfast
I want caviar and
Well, staggered into yesterday
Bourbon in my hand
Feelin' fancy clancy, feelin'
I was combin' the corner
I was shinin' my style
I was
Mata Hari's the queen of night
She'll make you move in
Starve a fever
Feed a cold
Can?t forget the ills
That I?ve been
I wanna swing
(With that pussycat)
I wanna dance
(With that pussycat)
I wanna
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