| I’ve a constant ache in the morning light
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| It’s on account of the night before
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| Some Park Lane lady in a shady bar
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| Took a fancy to the watch I wore
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| I can still remember how she laughed at me
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| As I spun around and hit the bed
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| She said, «Thank you honey, forget about the money
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| This pretty watch’ll do instead»
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| City living woman, you’re so static
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| Matching your men with a hook and eye
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| If you’re gonna spend the summer in New York City
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| Then women, oh oh oh, they’re gonna slice your pie
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| Said, you’re so static, baby, I’ve had it
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| Oh, rolling in a yellow cab
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| Downtown hustlers, trying to pull some muscle
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| Then women, oh oh oh, they gonna treat you bad
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| Show me what you want, I’ll show you what I’ve got
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| I can show you a real good time
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| She’s a friend indeed of a friend in need
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| But you’ll be sorry when she leaves you crying
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| I can still remember how she laughed at me
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| As I spun around and hit the bed
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| She said, «Thank you honey, forget about the money
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| This pretty watch’ll do instead»
|
| City living woman, you’re so static
|
| Matching your men with a hook and eye
|
| If you’re gonna spend the summer in New York City
|
| Then women, oh oh oh, they’re gonna slice your pie
|
| Said, you’re so static, baby, I’ve had it
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| Oh, rolling in a yellow cab
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| Downtown hustlers, trying to pull some muscle
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| Then women, oh oh oh, they gonna treat you bad |