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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-04-03 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | I remember the old carrousel From this old mining town And the gipsy woman that gave herself to me Only because I was down I remember still very well the feel Of her invisible body of steel She said my breast’s for my kid My lip’s for my man All these cost money But the rest is now free for you, honey-bonny Get your coat, get your pants, get your wallet Fly after me like a bee Be quick, be smooth, be purple, or else … One, two, three Dirty Mahoney’s gonna get thee So I ran and I swam and I flew Like no man before ever knew He didn’t get me, he got her instead As she lied ignorantly on her bed Now there’s evening in the primitive town And violet birds fly up and down All quiet and dizzy… the church bell Coppery-red and the tall livid saints And no people able to spell “Dirty Mahoney” when the sunlight faints
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