I am a Chinatown whore
I love the men I meet
My panties are laced, my head is spaced
I'm happy to walk the street

And my favorite men are the sailors
I take them on for free
'Cause there's something about a seafaring man
That brings out the animal in me

When the boats hit the docks
Old Chinatown rocks
My bed rolls like the sea

Fucking sailors in Chinatown
Fucking sailors in Chinatown
Down in Chinatown, fucking with the sailors
Ain't it a beautiful world?

I can remember a time
I loved a sailor boy
His trousers were blue, his eyes were two
His (?) was my (?) I'd enjoy

He was so young and so foolish
He wanted me for himself
I said "No, no good"
"My livelihood would rust if I kept it on the shelf"
So I cried for a day when his boat sailed away
And went back to my old self

Fucking sailors in Chinatown
Fucking sailors in Chinatown
Down in Chinatown, fucking with the sailors
Ain't it a beautiful world?



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