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Up in New York City |
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'Neath the bamboo trees |
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She was eating sushi |
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He was on his knees |
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He tried to say he loved her |
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But he could not win |
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She just fixed her lipstick |
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And kept ignoring him |
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She was headed for a crash |
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And it even hurt to laugh |
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Cause it ended with a bang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
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She went to a party |
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Where thieves and debutants |
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All talked in italics |
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With so much nonchalance |
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He was on the outside |
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Standing in the rain |
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He saw her through the window |
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He couldn't stand the pain |
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He was headed for a crash |
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And it even hurt to laugh |
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Cause it ended with a bang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
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She went up the staircase |
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With a sleazy Mideast guest |
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Who could not help staring |
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Through her flimsy cocktail dress |
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He broke into the bedroom |
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They put him on the spot |
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He took off his pistol |
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They never heard the shots |
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They were headed for a crash |
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And it even hurt to laugh |
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Cause it ended with a bang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
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When it all came back like a boomerang |
