"Tropical Chancer" as written by Grace Jones, Eleanor Kate Jackson and Paul Benedict Langmaid....
He'll take the money and the food that's in your hand
But you have to understand that he's a dreamer
Living my life within a mile you could believe
This place turns honest men to thieves

And I could see it in his eyes
He was the type to sail off in the night

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer

He'll trade your loving for the things he's never seen
The places he has never been
Oh but remember he is just a good pretender
And he doesn't give his love away for free

And I could see it in his eyes
He was the type to sail off in the night

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer

I met him through a dancer
Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
A tropical chancer, didn't know he was a tropical chancer


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"Tropical Chancer" as written by Grace Jones Jeff Bhasker

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