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