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Who will buy a glad story
 That a young man has to sell?
 Come into my house of glory
 And I will treat you well.
 Who will buy a sad story
 That a widow has to sell?
 Come into my house of lonely
 And I will treat you well.
 
 Young and old, we all have stories
 That we all must try to sell
 Tales of how you get to heaven
 And how we been through hell
 Who will buy a perfumed story
 That a young girl has to sell?
 Sleep with me on satin pillows
 And I will treat you well.
 

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Duration
02:45
Key
4
Tempo
139 BPM

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