| Grand hotel suites were my home
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| Men at my feet, limousines in the street
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| First class to Paris and Rome
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| He walked unannounced through my dressing room door
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| And then from a case, if you will
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| He pulled out a Winchester pre-64
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| And said,"Are you ready to kill?"
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| Then there was blood on my shoes
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| There was blood on my makeup
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| There was blood on the ceiling
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| There was blood on the piano
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| There was blood on my microphone
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| There was blood on my fans
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| There was blood in my whiskey
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| Now there’s blood on my hands
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| So I went on the run to win nobody’s heart
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| Got into a terrible fix
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| He was tall, unattractive and living apart
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| But he carried a .30−06
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| Then there was blood on my shoes
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| There was blood on my makeup
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| There was blood on the ceiling
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| There was blood on the piano
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| There was blood on the bartender
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| There was blood on the band
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| There was blood in my whiskey
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| Now there’s blood on my hands
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| Now there is blood on my shoes
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| There is blood on my makeup
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| There is blood on the ceiling
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| There is blood on the piano
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| There is blood on my microphone
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| There is blood on my fans
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| There is blood in my whiskey
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| And there’s blood on my hands |