| The city sounds like a symphony
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| A cabbie screams obscenities
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| The horns are honking jazz in the night
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| Her street is lit like a Christmas tree
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| This place is my amphetamine
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| She junks me but it’s alright
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| In her summer dress she parts the sea
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| Her hair wrapped up in rosary beads
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| Everyone else is gone but her and me
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| Here she comes, it’s crazy love
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| Here it comes again
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| That crazy thing called love
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| Here she comes, it’s crazy love
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| Here it comes again
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| Sitting on my stoop
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| I lit one up and put the ashes in my coffee cup
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| And watched the world passing me by
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| Throw a coat of paint on this rusty heart
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| Isn’t it funny how life imitates art
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| Saint Valentine he’s got bloody knees tonight
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| But when she’s walking down the street
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| The sidewalk’s there to kiss her feet
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| She needs me, pleads me
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| Wraps me in her loving charms
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| She’ll tease me, squeeze me
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| But I’m the man when I’m in her arms
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| Now the angels sing a melody
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| That they wrote for her explicitly
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| That no one hears but her and me
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| Now wait a minute… wait I can’t believe my eyes
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| Who’s that coming around the corner?
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| Ay, she’s looking fine isn’t she? |
| get out the way!
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| No, no, no get out the way look at those high heel sneakers |