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Solo in Soho lyrics
Stop treating me like I am some kind of fool
Over whose eyes you can pull the wool, you're not so cool
Remember it's to me you are speaking
Stop cutting, stop hurting
Stop this dirt about you lifting up your skirt
To any man dressed in pants
With shirt buttons undone and flirting
When you're so low down in Soho
There is no hope, no how
No place to go
You will go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may
You always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho
Stop talking, stop eating
We can't go on meeting and greeting
And meeting and sleeping and meeting and cheating
You know that's deceiting and that's only repeating
When you're so low down in Soho
There is no hope, no how
You've got nowhere to go
But you go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may
You always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho
Solo in Soho
When you are so low in Soho
There is no hope, no how, no how
You've got nowhere to go
But you go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may
Always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho
Stop treating me like I am some kind of fool
Over whose eyes you can pull the wool, you're not so cool
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Grand Slam Collection Disc 2
- 4 Parisienne walkways
- 6 Kings call
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- Track 7 on Live in Sweden 1983
- 6 Parisienne walkways
- 8 Kings call
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- Track 5 on Solo In Soho
- 4 Tattoo
- 6 Girls
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