Mah Jong by Chicago
A third floor walk-up...
One block east of chinatown.
She walked by my window,
While the rain is pouring down.
Looking in she sees the easy money life everywhere
And it's clear she don't approve.
(and it's clear she don't approve)
Through a cloud of smoke I shoot a little smile over there.
And I .........
She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
She don't mah jong, wait she don't let me wait.
She don't mah jong, mah jong she don't play.
But she loves to play ....
With the dark eyes burning,
I am opening the wall.
Can there be no other chance?
I feel my fortune's turning,
And I wish for nothing else at all.
Looking up I see her signal with her fingers through her hair
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