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Hello Mr. Big Shot |
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Say, you're looking smart |
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I've had a tiring day |
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I took the kids along to the park |
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You've become a stranger |
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Every night with the boys |
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Got a new suit |
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That old smile's come back |
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And I kiss the children good night |
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And I slip away on the newly waxed floor |
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I've become a giant |
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I fill every street |
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I dwarf the rooftops |
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I hunchback the moon |
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Stars dance at my feet |
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Leave it all behind me |
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Screaming kids on my knee |
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And the telly swallowing me |
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And the neighbor shouting next door |
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And the subway trembling the roller-skate floor |
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I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight |
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In Channing Way |
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Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter |
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They seem to say |
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You're all right now |
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So stop a while behind our smile |
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In Channing Way |
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Oh to die of kisses |
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Ecstasies and charms |
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Pavements of poets will write that I died |
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In nine angel's arms |
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And they all were smiling |
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Still seductive as sin in their eyes |
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The man I had been |
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No more hard luck stories to wear |
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Nothing left to give |
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Why the hell should I care |
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Ann owns my smile and Mary's my shadow |
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In Channing Way |
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And with her cellophane sighs |
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Celina the candle |
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Begs me to stay |
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You're all right now |
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So stop a while behind our smile |
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In Channing Way |
