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Hang it up Sailor
Your flag ship it burns
And it burns and it burns
You took the straight road
You just missed the turn,
You're out of gas out of gas
Put on the red shoes
A white knuckle ride
She's been denied deep inside,
And I've got a crack wh*res dreams upon my tail
Sweet love for sale love for sale
I just want to ride in your car
I've got a back street style to pay the rent,
I'm on my knees give me keys
And I've got a gun but the rents already spent
I'm out of cash out of cash
And I've got a crackwh*res dream upon my tail
Sweet Love for sale love for sale
I just want to ride in your car,
She gets colder