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, "Hey, baby, what`s a boy like you, doin` in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain`t nothin` but a one way ticket to the blues."
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Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby...
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I`m feeling kinda low
and if you use your...use your `magination,
baby, I dance jus` like Brigitte Bardot."
I was sweepin` a warehouse floor `cross town midnight to eight.
If my ship was ever comin` in, it sure was dockin` late.
Neffertiti was dancin` six nights at a club jut off the strip.
After work we`d meet for breakfast, I`d help her count up all her tips.
She`d stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home.
Now what you tryin` to prove, boy, in this city all alone.
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain`t nothin` but a one way ticket to the blues."
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She`d say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you."
She`d make me send home letters every... `bout every month or so.
So I`d be there writing at her kitchen table
and Neffertiti`d be dancin` to the sweet soul music playin` on her radio.
"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,
to the sweet soul music on the radio."
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Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine
