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I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know |
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Yes I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know |
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Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow |
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Well I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head |
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Yes I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head |
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And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said |
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Now 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 Broadway |
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Wearing 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, I've got those blowtop blues |
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Last night I was five feet tall, Today I'm eight feet ten |
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Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again |
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When someone turned the lights on me it like to drove me blind |
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I woke up this morning in Bellevue but I've left my mind behind |
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I'm a gal you can't excuse, cause I've got those blowtop blues |
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Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door |
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Yes I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door |
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Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more! |