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If I die a lonely death, |
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I'm sure it's from the cigarettes. |
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I smoked each day after you left me |
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standing all alone. |
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Alone in my Park Avenue apartment |
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that smelled fresh and new. |
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The extra set of keys from you |
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are going to the maid. |
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The maid has been my only friend. |
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She's always there to apprehend |
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the dust and grime that settles in |
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around the crystal vase. |
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The crystal vase, a wedding gift. |
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That through the years, has made the shift. |
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What once held flowers, now holds ash |
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from my two packs a day. |
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Ooh baby, she walks with a thorn in her side. |
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Them big sunglasses on her eyes. |
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All the uptown girls say "hi, old woman" |
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"I can't take another day of this", she says. |
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"All I wanted was a drink and a kiss, |
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but I guess I'll just have to call on my bank |
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'cause it's Swiss." |
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She never knew no better than to follow her nose, |
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so I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I'm part of the show. |
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Now she's gone and all she's left with is a house full of clothes. |
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Sometimes, Madam it's okay to cry. |
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If I die a lonely death, |
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I'm sure it's from the cigarettes. |
|
I smoked each day after you left me |
|
standing all alone. |
|
Alone in my Park Avenue apartment |
|
that smelled fresh and new. |
|
The extra set of keys from you |
|
are going to the maid. |
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(talking) |
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Well she's probably just a chip off the block. |
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You know like coffee in a coffee pot. |
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Well at least she can get away for a while, |
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and get some sun on that yacht. |
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She never knew no better than to follow her nose, |
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so I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I'm part of the show. |
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Now she's gone and all she's left with is a house full of clothes. |
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Sometimes, Madam it's okay to cry. |
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If I die a lonely death, |
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I'm sure it's from the cigarettes. |
|
I smoked each day after you left me |
|
standing all alone. |
|
Alone in my Park Avenue apartment |
|
that smelled fresh and new. |
|
The extra set of keys from you |
|
are going to the maid. |
|
The maid has been my only friend. |
|
She's always there to apprehend |
|
the dust and grime that settles in |
|
around the crystal vase. |
|
The crystal vase, a wedding gift. |
|
That through the years, has made the shift. |
|
What once held flowers, now holds ash |
|
from my two packs a day. |
