Your Gold Teeth - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    Got a feeling I've been here before

    Watching as you cross the killing floor
    You know you'll have to pay it all
    You'll pay today or pay tomorrow
    You fasten up your beaded gown
    Then you try to tie me down
    Do you work it out one by one
    Or played in combination
    You throw out your gold teeth
    Do you see how they roll

    I have seen your iron and your brass
    Can't you see it shine behind the glass
    Your fortune is your roving eye
    Your mouth and legs
    Your gift for the runaround
    Torture is the main attraction
    I don't need that kind of action
    You don't have to dance for me
    I've seen your dance before
    Do you throw out your gold teeth
    Do you see how they roll

    Tobacco they grow in Peking
    In the Year of the Locust
    You'll see a sad thing
    Even Cathy Berberian knows
    There's one roulade she can't sing
    Dumb luck my friend
    Won't suck me in this time

    Got a feeling I've been here before
    Won't you let me help you find the door
    All you got to do is use
    Your silver shoes
    A gift for the runaround
    Use your knack darlin'
    Take one step back darlin'
    There ain't nothing in Chicago
    For a monkey woman to do
    Do you throw out your gold teeth
    Do you see how they roll

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