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Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
right
Save all your revolution for your Saturday night!"

[(Your curse)?]

You earn but you feel oppressed
The armour could do with a test
Why not betray
Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
to drink
The backstreet filled with villinous laughter
Running through life fast and faster
Follow your team love 'em so true
Till Saturday comes right back
again
The highs and lows of living
Get distant by the day
And all because that firl is called
What no one likes to say

She don't see the sunlight
all alone
Sit down by the telephone
When it rang ... I knew it was you
Was on the line
You said
"Baby, please don't mistake
What you seen for
the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cold, and as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
Sunday, you got a way with the Negro boys,
Comes to steppin' on their women, spendin' all your cash just to hear their noise.

You got cool, not even you
Thrifts store cowboys
Five and dime junkies
Red dirt plow boys
Asphalt monkeys
Holly rollers
Signal callers
Truck stop angels
Backstreet
And we'll walk down the avenue again
And we'll sing all the songs from way back when
And we'll walk down the avenue again and the healing has begun
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars

I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
'Cause I know Robert Redford even overhauls
An' we all picture in our
Of the fallen angels of the back street bars

I don't mean to criticize the girls at all
'Cause I know Robert Redford even overhauls
An' we all picture in our
in my car
Dying for the weekend 

The kids are gonna get it in an all right way
Looking pretty though but I still want to say
(Do you really have
the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cold, and as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
Did you walk down the imaginary lover
Were you there on the right down on the backstreet guys
So it's a left on the right side of the litter
It's
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best
Backstreet boys
Are you with it
A.j hit it!

Come on girl and get down
Smack it up
Flip it
And move it all around
Here it is if you want to get with
longing to be lovers
Promising each other that the night will only know
Parked on some old backstreet
They laid down in the back seat
And fell into
Backstreet boys
Are you with it
A.j hit it!

Come on girl and get down
Smack it up
Flip it
And move it all around
Here it is if you want to get with
The devil moon took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold
on the beat
All they know is that there's one less nigger
Hanging on the backstreet, where I used to live
On the backstreet, there ain't nothing, nothing,
the backstreet, said papa got a brand new slack
And your baby is handcuffed on the front seat
Sit right there, boy and you relax

C'mon honey, we're all going
took all my good love 
And gave it all away 

I've been on the backstreet 
I'm all alone 
I've been on the hotseat 
I'm gone, I'm gone 
Sweet