Christie Lee

Let me tell you a story
 About a woman and a man
 Maybe you will find familiar
 Maybe you won't understand
 The man's name I don't remember
 He was always Joe to me
 But I can't forget the woman
 She was always Christie Lee
 He was working in a night club
 That's where he played the saxophone
 He used to fake to stock arrangements
 He left the customers alone
 But one night before the last song
 About a quarter after three
 He saw her standing at the coat check
 And made his move on Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
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 She was a nice piece of music
 She had a rhythm all her own
 He blew a solo like a blind man
 She really dug his saxophone
 She wanted more than just an encore
 And he could play in every key
 He left the stage and packed his alto
 And took it home with Christie Lee
 Oh I heard the man knew the bird like the bible
 You know the man could blow an educated axe
 He couldn't see that Christie Lee was a woman
 Who didn't need another lover
 All she wanted was the sax
 It took a while for him to notice
 It took a while for him to see
 He was never in control here
 It was always Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
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 Oh the man took a calculated gamble
 Yes the man had the power to perform
 But Christie Lee was more than he knew how to handle
 She didn't need him as a man
 All she wanted was the horn
 They say that Joe became a wino
 They say he always drinks alone
 They say he stumbles like a blind man
 They say he sold his saxophone
 Even the band must face the music
 That's what the moral is to me
 The only time you hit the high note
 Is when you play for Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
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 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
 Christie Lee, Christie Lee
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 Christie Lee, Christie Lee