| The girl heard how New York works
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| She knows my name and where I apparently stand
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| She’s got an eye out for who hurts
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| Who gets crushed by whose hand
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| She’s offering me a role to play
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| A spot on the human totem pole, OK
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| That game is a real shame and I don’t see it that way
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| This guy looks at me star-eyed
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| He thinks I’ve got something he needs
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| He fantasizes my insides
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| Sad dreams of how another feeds
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| He’s offering me a role to play
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| A spot on the human totem pole, OK
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| That game is a real shame and I don’t see it that way
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| A hundred reasons to lurk and turn your eyes
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| A hundred reasons to turn on your best friend
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| A hundred ways to relieve some ancient horror
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| A hundred people above, a hundred below
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| A hundred cogs in this cosmic meat grinder
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| Only one way to really live
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| The rock star
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| The femme fatalle
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| The tough guy, the witty nerd
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| The girl next door
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| The whore with the heart of gold
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| And the stoic policeman
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| I don’t see it that way |