Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in;
Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in.
Do you think that you could
leave me,
Could you leave and go away
just for a little while?
Do you think that I could
leave you,
Could I leave and go away
just for a change of style?
They tell me that they dig
my shit, so I sell it to them cheap.
They bring their scales and
check the deal, are you scared that I might cheat?
Well you're just the spit
and polish on a fat man's shiny shoe,
And I think I hate them for
it, and I think they hate me too.
Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in;
Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in.
Well you spend your whole life
moaning down the telephone for bread.
You can't get your sleep for
trying to remember what you said.
You come around most anytime,
and sell me what you can;
What you see is what you get,
catch me if you can.
Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in;
Let me in, let me in,
Let me in, sweet darling,
let me in, let me in.
Do you think that you could
leave me,
Could you leave and go away
just for a little while?
Do you think that I could
leave you,
Could I leave and go away
just for a change of style?
Well I cannot be your lover,
and I will not be a friend.
Well I know you say you need
me, but I have no time to spend.
We could talk like this for
hours, but just end up getting bored,
'Cause no-one needs a dealer
just the day before a score.
Let me in,
Let me in, Let me in, let
me in,
Let me in, let me in, let
me in;
Let me in, let me in.
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