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Juke box in the corner scratches, sputters and toils
Sputters and toils, scratchy sputters and toils
She ain't that pretty but she knows how to howl
That hollow high cheekbone moan.

Bottoms up courage, the barstool drumrolls
A fortune teller looks worried so she swallows and chokes
You can't remember your name. Ain't nobody got a home.
Monkeys dance then turn into love

Bitch City, Bitch City gettin' your kicks
Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks
Bitch City, Bitch City I wouldn't a' missed
Blow me a kiss back home

All the vulgar dandies with a rat a tat tat
The cute nubile cuties with a skip in their step
You've got to walk light when you're stepping in shit
Throwin' the dog a bone

Bitch City fangs really sink in your neck
Diggin' in those nails up and down your back
She's pantin' in your ear with a stench of breath
Ashin' a cigarette in your fresh beer

Bitch City, Bitch City gettin' your kicks
Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks
Bitch City, Bitch City its over so quick
Blow me a kiss back home

Smudged mascara fuck
She won't let you sleep, she won't let you get up
She'll make you crawl on your knees and beg for her love
And the buzzing bee heat is her street's home

Cracked up dawn sucked the new moon dry
Burned out constellations in an invisible sky
Bitch City blowing smoke in your eyes
All bloodshot with love