Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine.
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen.
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand,
an old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan.
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss
and said,

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