"When the whistle blows Girl,
I'm down the street
I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
When I'm out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When I'm out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When I'm out in the street
Pretty girls, they're all passing by
When I'm out in the street
From the corner, we give them the eye
Baby, out in the street
I just feel all right
Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
Meet me out in the street"
Out in the street, Bruce Springsteen
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