| The one who has me for his own
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| Is on the town and I’m alone
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| In his blue suit and his new tie
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| He slams the door without goodbye
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| Tonight my eyes are jealous green
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| Tonight I’m melancholy mean
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| He meets in secret rendezvous
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| Some dame to tell his troubles to
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| The heel
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| He’ll promise her most anything
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| A sable coat, a diamond ring
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| She’ll find him out when its too late
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| And all she’ll get will be the date
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| But while the dawn’s a distant thing
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| In his embrace her heart will sing
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| A dizzy head will spin with lies
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| And all too soon a woman cries
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| The heel
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| The neon lights that flash below
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| Ignite my room with double glow
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| And in the gloom I hear a laugh
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| Its coming from his photograph
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| I wring my hands and mop the floor
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| And swear to even up the score
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| But where a kitten cried tonight
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| A panther waits to claw and bite
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| The heel
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| I dare not play my radio
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| One more complaint and out I go
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| I’m sick of playing solitaire
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| The ace of spades is everywhere
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| They’ll be no sleep for me tonight
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| The sheep I count are never white
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| They all turn out to be jet black
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| And who’s the leader of the pack
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| The heel
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| At dawn I know he’ll stagger in
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| Demanding coffee black as sin
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| And as I take it from the tin
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| I’ll slip a little powder in
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| He’ll look at me and start to cry
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| And cross his heart and hope to die
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| And mumble I know how you feel
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| But I’ve been on a business deal
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| The heel
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| Then as the pot begins to perc
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| I know my plan will never work
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| When he starts to drink it up
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| I grab his hand and break the cup
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| Its only jealousy I know
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| That brought my thinking down so low
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| Why must I wait for him and grieve
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| Why don’t I just pack up and leave
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| The heel
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| But now he’s reeling on the stair
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| I’ll try to act like I don’t care
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| For in my heart’s arithmetic
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| I find it takes two heels to click
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| We’re in a web of love and hate
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| Where it will end is up to fate
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| I’ll let him have his little flings
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| I’ll be the chewing gum that clings
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| To the heel |