| So many things that mean a lot, So many things that I never got,
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| You can look boy,
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| but you can’t touch, What I don’t have seems to mean so much
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| A beat up Chevy or Mercedes Benz
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| Should make no difference in the end
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| But I get mad, baby real upset
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| 'Cos what I want I can never get
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| They’re just like cattle walking down the street
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| Some get so fat while others never eat
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| I may be shut out but I ain’t finished yet
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| My mind is blank I take another drink
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| I’m not destroyed but I’m right on the brink
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| I sit and count them shot by shot
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| The little things that I never got
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| Those uptown ladies on 5th Avenue
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| It’s like I hate them but I want them too
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| I may be shut out but I ain’t finished yet
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| I don’t get it, I don’t get it at all
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| I don’t get it, I don’t get it at all
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| Why I can’t get it, Why it’s a thing I’ll never get
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| Why I can’t get it, Why it’s a thing I’ll never get
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| A yacht and a Rolls and a private jet, A dirty blonde in a red Corvette
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| Wife and kids and a house and a pet, Those are the things that I can’t get |