| All the late night bargains have been struck
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| Between the satin beaus and their belles
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| Prehistoric garbage trucks
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| Have the city to themselves
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| Echoes and roars dinosaurs
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| They're all doing the monster mash
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| And most of the taxis, most of the whores
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| Are only taking calls for cash
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| I don't know how it happened
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| It all took place so quick
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| But all I can do is hand it to you
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| And your latest trick
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| Well, now my door was standing open
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| Security was laid back and lax
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| But it was only my heart got a broken
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| You must have had a pass key made out of wax
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| You played robbery with insolence
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| And I played the blues in twelve bars down in Lover's Lane
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| And you never did have the intelligence to use
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| The twelve keys hanging off from my chain
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| I don't know how it happened
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| It all took place so quick
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| But all I can do is hand it to you
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| And your latest trick
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| Well, now it's past last call for alcohol
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| Past recall has been here and gone
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| The landlord he finally paid us all
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| The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
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| And we're standing outside of this wonderland
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| Looking so bereaved and so bereft
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| Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
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| The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
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| I don't know how it happened
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| It was faster than the eye could flick
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| But all I can do is hand it to you
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| And your latest trick |