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Look at the lovely ladies on Park Avenue |
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Fill their lives with the things they bought today |
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Money gets cold |
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When a woman turns old |
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And nobody's there to talk to |
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Dye their hair |
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So the men might stare |
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But you don't rinse troubles away |
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Look at the lovely ladies of Park Avenue |
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Call their doctor when they need a friend |
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Love to tell the stories of the men they had no time for |
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Wanting one to touch them |
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But afraid to let one stay |
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And thinking somewhere a young man is growing old |
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One who might have loved to share the things I did today |
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Somewhere a young man is growing old |
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Did he try to talk to me |
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And did I turn away? |
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Did I turn away? |
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Did I turn away? |
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Look at the lovely ladies of Park Avenue |
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Loneliness becomes a way of life |
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No one dares to tell them |
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That they might have been mistaken |
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Foolish girls who stayed at home |
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Foolish girls who stayed alone |
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And wasted all that time |