Lou Reed – Street Hassle (Guitar)

[Intro tab 1]
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[Intro Tab 2]
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Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet

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Sexy boys smiled in dismay

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She took out four twenties cause she liked round figures

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Everybody's queen for a day

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Oh babe, I'm on fire and you know I admire your body

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Why don't we slip away

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Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'

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Sha la la la this way

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Oh sha la la la la - sha la la la la

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Hey baby

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Come on, let's slip away

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Luscious and gorgeous, oh what humping muscle

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Call out the National Guard

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She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees

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From off of the Formica topped bar

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And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly and

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boldly Out of this world

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And despite people's derision proved to be more than diversion

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And sha la la la la later on

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And then sha la la la la la He entered her slowly and

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showed her where he was coming from

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And then sha la la la la he made love to her gently

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It was like she'd never ever come

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And then sha la la la la, sha la la la la

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When the sun rose and he made to leave

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You know sha la la la la, sha la la la la

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Neither one regretted a thing

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Hey, that cunt's not breathing

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I think she's had too much of something or other

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Hey, man, you know what I mean

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I don't mean to scare you

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And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave

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I'm not being smart or trying to be cold on my part

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And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve

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But you know people get all emotional

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Oh, they think they're just on TV

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Sha la la la, man

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Why don't you just slip her away

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You know, I'm glad that we met man

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And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak

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But you know it could be a hassle

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Trying to explain myself to a police officer

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About how it was your old lady got herself stiffed

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And it's not like we could help

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But there's nothing no one could do

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And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first

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Oh when someone turns that blue

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Well, it's a universal truth

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Then you just know that bitch will never fuck again

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By the way, that's really some bad shit

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That you came to our place with

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But you ought to be more careful around the little girls

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It's either the best or it's the worst

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And since I don't have to choose, I guess I won't

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And I know this ain't no way to treat a guest

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But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet

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And just lay her out in the darkest street

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And by morning, she's just another hit and run

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You know, some people got no choice

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And they can never find a voice

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To talk with that they can even call their own

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So the first thing that they see

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Well hey man, that's just a lie

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It's the lie she tells her friends

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'Cause a real song

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The real song she won't even admit to herself

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The beating in her heart

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It's a song lots of people know

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It's a painful song

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With a load of sad truth

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But life's full of sad songs

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Penny for a wish

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But wishin' won't make you so, Joe

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But a pretty kiss or a pretty face can't have its way

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Joe, tramps like us, we were born to pay

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Love has gone away

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And there's no one here now

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And there's nothing left to say

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But oh how I miss him, baby

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Oh baby, come on and slip away

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Come on baby, why don't you slip away

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Love has gone away

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Took the rings off my fingers

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And there's nothing left to say

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But oh how, oh how I need it, baby

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Come on baby, I need you baby

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Oh, please don't slip away

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I need your loving so bad, babe

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Please don't slip away