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Dire Straits - Your Latest Trick
| All the late night bargains |
| Have been struck |
| Between the satin beaus |
| And their belles |
| And prehistoric garbage trucks |
| Have the city to themselves |
| Echoes roars dinosaurs |
| They're all doing the monster mash |
| And most of the taxis and most the whores |
| Are only taking calls for cash |
| I don't know how it happened |
| It all took place so quick |
| But all I can do |
| Is hand it to you |
| And your latest trick |
| Well now my door was standing open |
| Security was laid back and lax |
| But it was only my heart got broken |
| You must have had a pass key made out of wax |
| You played robbery with insolence |
| And I played the blues in twelve bars |
| Down Lover's Lane |
| And you never did have |
| The inteligence to use |
| The twelve keys hanging off my chain |
| I don't know how it happened |
| It all took place so quick |
| But all I can do |
| Is hand it to you |
| And your latest trick |
| Now it's past last call for alcohol |
| Past recall has been here and gone |
| The landlord finally paid us all |
| The satin jazzmen have put away their horns |
| And we're standing outside |
| Of this wonderland |
| Looking so bereaved and so bereft |
| Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands |
| The bottle's empty |
| And there's nothing left |
| I don't know how it happened |
| It was faster than the eye could flick |
| But all I can do |
| Is hand it to you |
| And your latest trick |
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