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• Artiste: Pop Levi
• Titre: (A Style called) Crying Chic
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I took my baby to the train I took my baby to the train I took my baby to the train My baby's somewhat lame I sold my baby down the line I sold my baby down the line I sold my baby down the line I sell my babies fine I bought my baby years ago I bought my baby years ago I bought my baby years ago Taught her everything I know She learn so quick, she learns so fast She learns so quick, she learns so fast She learns so quick, she learns so fast My old woman's in the past I put my lover to the test I pu tmy lover to the test I put my lover to the test Find the new girl to be best She took from wealthy, she took from poor She took from wealthy, she took from poor She took from wealthy, she took from poor I wasn't hungry anymore The flash of danger in her eye The flash of danger in her eye The flash of danger in her eye Said the limit was the sky I asked my lover 'kill for me' I asked my lover 'kill for me' I asked my lover 'kill for me' It was curiosity Without a light, without a sound Without a light, without a sound Without a light, without a sound I had to follow her to town She must have thought she was alone She must have thought she was alone She must have thought she was alone Outside a residential home She knew the number of the room She knew the number of the room She knew the number of the room Soon to be an old man's tomb She made him whimper, she made him beg She made him whimper, she made him beg She made him whimper, she made him beg I had to shoot my baby's leg I took my baby to the train I took my baby to the train I took my baby to the train My baby's somewhat a lame I sold my baby down the line I sold my baby down the line I sold my baby down the line I sell my babies fine I had the money in my hand I had the money in my hand I had the money in my hand To the floor it pour like sand A little water on her cheek A little water on her cheek A little water on her cheek She had a style called crying chic (Thanks to Val for these lyrics)