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I've got bad news baby |
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And you're the first to know |
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Yes, I've got bad news baby |
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And you're the first to know |
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Well, I discovered this morning |
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That my wig is about to blow |
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Well, I've been rocking on my feet |
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And I've been talking all out of my head |
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Yes, I've been rocking on my feet |
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And I've been talking all out of my head |
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And when I get through talking |
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I can't remember a thing |
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I've saidNow, |
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I used to be a sharpie |
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All dressed in the latest styles |
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But now I'm walking down |
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BroadwayWearing nothing but a smile |
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I see all kinds of little men |
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Although they're never there |
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I tried to push a subway train |
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And poured whiskey in my hair |
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I'm a gal who blew a fuse |
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I've got those blowtop blues |
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Last night |
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I was five feet tall |
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Today I'm eight feet ten |
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Every time |
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I fall downstairs |
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I float right up again |
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When someone turned the lights on me |
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It like to drove me blind |
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I woke up this morning in |
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BellevueBut |
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I've left my mind behind |
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I'm a gal you can't excuse' |
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Cause I've got those blowtop blues |
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Well, I got high last night |
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And I took my man to his wife's front door |
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Yes, I got juiced last night |
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And I took my man to his wife's front door |
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Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama |
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And I ain't goin' to try that no more |
