| Around the singles bar, playing parlour games
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| Marriane plays kiss and run and waves her welcomes again
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| She’s way out after dark, painted for the part
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| To steal some young man’s week away and rob him of his
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| Heart
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| To tease the lonelv brute with the dark blue tatoo
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| They choose the longer route up to his room
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| And leaning an the light, pursuing dirty nights
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| And eagle out on bail surveys his nails
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| Young men gone west for a city roof
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| Young men gone west for their gin and vermouth
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| Young men gone west, it’s young men for the boys
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| Leaving the next for their jewels and toys
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| Young men gone west from unhappy homes
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| Leading the way for the lonely ones
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| Now Harry’s lost weekend is trembling to a close
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| He’s drowned his dreams in nicotine and pawned his
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| Overcoat
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| He stumbles to the stairs, disturbs a love affair
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| He shuffles as they stare and begs to be elsewhere
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| But can he claim a willing ear before they disappear
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| He’s sure a lover’s time worth a dime
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| Young men gone west into kisses and crime
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| Seeing the stairway and wanting to, climb
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| Young men gone west for the rodeo, mistaking strangers
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| For people they know
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| Young men gone west, just wasting their days
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| Asking directions and losing their way |