| I sit in judgment down the market square
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| I have my favorite table and I have my chair
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| Natives are friendly and the sun flies high
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| All kinds of crazy waiters, they go drifting by
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| Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade
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| Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere
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| Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle
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| Slip off that shoulder strapless and the thick black hair
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| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee
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| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play
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| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows
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| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day
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| Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating
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| Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life
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| Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are fillet mignon
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| Flicked indiscreetly by the lazy waiter’s knife
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| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee
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| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play
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| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows
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| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day
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| Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade
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| Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere
|
| Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle
|
| Slip off the shoulder strapless and the thick black hair
|
| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee
|
| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play
|
| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows
|
| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day
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| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee
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| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play
|
| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows
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| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day |