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| Susan goes to work on Fifth Avenue
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| Every day she wears new stockings and a point of view
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| Her boss would be lost without her
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| At least that’s what he told the President
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| But he don’t know what I know
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| Or, at least, to the extent that I do
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| And every night she goes to bed
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| Hear the pounding in her heart
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| The world watches while Susan falls apart
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| Her dress and lips are tight, sealed in secrecy
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| One slip between despair and ecstacy
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| She hides her love behind her shades
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| No one will catch her crying
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| But every weekend on her own
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| She feels like dying, whoa, oh, oh, oh
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| And late at night in her bed
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| Here comes that pounding at her heart
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| The world watches while Susan falls apart
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| Susan’s boss goes home to Stamford
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| On the 8:40 from Grand Central
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| Poor man’s got so many problems at the office
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| He needs her, he needs her
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| More than he could ever tell the world
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| But what good does that do the girl
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| She keeps it all inside
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| Til the pounding hits her heart
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| Then the world is unconcerned while Susan falls apart
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