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| Scene Of The Crime 
 Just got another call from down at the station
 They found lucky victim number seven
 Citizen of the City of Angels
 Without a heaven
 
 Temptation is running wild
 
 High up in the hills surrounded by stars
 Her latest masterpiece she met at a bar
 Citizen of the City of Angels
 In the trunk of her car
 
 Oh no temptation's runnin' wild
 But I know that someday you'll be mine
 When you return to the scene of the crime
 
 Satan took her mind and held it for ransom
 Doubt was sure to catch but brutally handsome
 Then she discovered that killing was her passion
 
 But oh no temptation's runnin' wild
 But I know that someday you'll be mine
 When you return to the scene of the crime
 
 We've traced a call from her to Mexico
 She says she wants to meet your wife and kids oh no
 They're away on holiday in San Filipe Mexico
 
 Whoa whoa whoa
 
 Oh no temptation's reconciled
 There she goes she's taken her own life
 Now I know she's left us with a smile
 When she returned to the scene of the crime
 
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