(A Style Called) Cryin' Chic Lyrics & Tabs by Pop Levi

(A Style Called) Cryin' Chic

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Pop Levi

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I took my baby to the train
I took my baby to the train
I took my baby to the train

My baby's somewhat lame
I sold my baby down the line
I sold my baby down the line
I sold my baby down the line
I sell my babies fine
I bought my baby years ago
I bought my baby years ago
I bought my baby years ago
Taught her everything I know
She learn so quick, she learn so fast
She learn so quick, she learn so fast
She learn so quick, she learn so fast

She learn so quick, she learn so fast
She learn so quick, she learn so fast
She learn so quick, she learn so fast
My old woman's in the past
I put my lover to the test
I put my lover to the test
I put my lover to the test
Found the new girl to be best
She took from wealthy, she took from poor
She took from wealthy, took from poor
She took from wealthy, took from poor
I wasn't hungry anymore
The flash of danger in her eye
The flash of danger in her eye
The flash of danger in her eye
Said the limit was the sky
I asked my lover "kill for me"
I asked my lover "kill for me"
I asked my lover "kill for me"
It was curiosity
Without a light, without a sound
Without a light, without a sound
Without a light, without a sound
I had to follow her to town
She must have thought she was alone
She must have thought she was alone
She must have thought she was alone
Outside a residential home
She knew the number of the room
She knew the number of the room
She knew the number of the room
Soon to be an old man's tomb
She made him whimper, she made him beg
She made him whimper, made him beg
She made him whimper, made him beg
I had to shoot my baby's leg
I took my baby to the train
I took my baby to the train
I took my baby to the train
My baby's somewhat lame
I sold my baby down the line
I sold my baby down the line
I sold my baby down the line
I sell my babies fine
I had the money in my hand
I had the money in my hand
I had the money in my hand
To the floor it pour like sand
A little water on her cheek
A little water on her cheek
A little water on her cheek
She had a style called crying chic

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