'Once upon a time...when the cold wind that blows, when the cold wind that blows in my heart was a summer breeze & she would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea.....and she always bought me flowers. But I spared you those old ballads, songs that I coudn't play but every giro day, she'd dress me like a ladyboy and take me out of the way don't let the horse/whores chase the New Deal away If we make love in the morning - your eyes look like two marbles in your head.... Lady don't fall backwards...'
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