Atlantic City

Atlantic City

• Model: Nano Banana 2 (Ultra)

• Size: 4800 X 3584 (17.20 MP)

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  • Prompt: Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night They blew up his house, too And on the boardwalk, they're gettin' ready for a hell of a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Well now, they're busin' 'em in from out of state 'Til the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be trouble out on the promenade And the gambling commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Well, everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got in too deep and I could not pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought two tickets on that Coast City bus Everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City, ooh Well, now, our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay I'm goin' out, baby, where the sand's turnin' to gold I'm goin' down there half, but I'm comin' back whole 'Cause everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back I turned up dead out of luck and strung out on the line Mister, this hand I've been dealt keeps me comin' up short each time I've been looking for a job, but it's hard to find Down here, it's just winners and losers And don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losin' end So, honey, last night I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Hey, meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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