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3Rd Alley Fame

back to the pooridge i was cookin hate being lonely so i'm always overbookin goodlookin lady make me wanna keep on lookin but i can't stand fame turned

finger and smile and blow the horn And watch the troops bumrush the door Ready for war, guns in hand, headed straight for the 3rd floor ??? on the steps The papers read '3