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Trixie's club opens at 12, membership cards only The band played not very well, the singer looked so lonely The doorman wore black and his gloves were velvet red Well, he had the knack of helping Trixie's friends Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man Just the one man It had the smell of lavender and the drinks were so dear The same old calendar hangs there each year No one went out back, the dark wasn't at all safe The barman really stank, but that was his own fate Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man Just the one man A shiny big limousine waited in the rain Like an old movie scene, it trickled down the drain Upstairs hung the women in black lace underwear The clients do all the giving, the Madame takes their fare Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man Just the one man From Letras Mania