| Walkin' up 23rd Street
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| I was tired and alone
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| It was late my housemate
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| Would be asleep when I got home
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| The sign ahead glowin' red
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| Said the Chelsea Hotel
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| Where Nancy and Sid Vicious
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| And my friend Dave once dwelled
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| The street was black under my feet
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| Which continued their walkin'
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| Though I was vaguely interested
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| In the folks behind me talkin'
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| Two guys maybe gay
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| Wearin' Reber type suits
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| And a girl wearin' glasses
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| Who looked kinda cute
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| Her hair was short and curly
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| She had a tattoo on her back
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| Which I could see cos her red shirt
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| Was sleeveless with straps
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| But I only saw this later
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| Not in my first glance
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| But I could hear her talkin' behind me
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| And as if by chance
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| She was tryin' to describe
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| A song I knew well
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| The Leonard Cohen song
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| About the Chelsea Hotel
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| And I smiled a smile to myself
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| When she said
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| That was the song where he talks about
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| Someone giving him head
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| On the bed that’s unmade
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| And how the song was outrageous
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| And that’s when I got
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| Uncharacteristically courageous
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| I could have left the three of them laughin'
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| And just gone on home
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| But I turned and I faced her
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| And I said Leonard Cohen?
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| …just like that…
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| She was shocked and surprised
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| But she looked very happy
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| That she now had a witness
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| To back up her story
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| She looked at me
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| With her spectacled eyes
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| And said, «see I told you»
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| To the two others guys
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| My tale might have ending right there and then
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| But we started talkin' about Leonard Cohen
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| How his lyrics were cool
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| And how he sang so sincere
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| That it must have been true
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| And it happened right here
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| Usually women right of the bat
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| Don’t find me that great
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| But there we were laughin', scrollin'
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| Like we could really relate
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| Although we didn’t mention the head line
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| It was alluded
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| And her conversation was better
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| Cos her friends weren’t included
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| The guys were more into each other
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| At least that’s how it seemed to me
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| I heard the faint knocking of opportunity
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| Although it’s easy for me now
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| Upon my looking back
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| To think of all the things
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| I could have said
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| To make me the mac
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| Just keep the sad truth in mind
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| As I tell this to you
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| That we really only talked
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| For a minute or two
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| And I never got her name
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| And she never got mine
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| But in this couple short minutes
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| We had a pretty good time
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| And on top of that
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| Though you may not believe it
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| You know what she says to me next
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| As I repeat it
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| That line about gettin the blow job
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| That Leonard sings
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| She said it made her
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| Want to do naughty things
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| Right about then
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| I should have asked
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| If she knew
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| What the Chelsea charged
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| If we got a room for two
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| But I didn’t and I know
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| I’m a schmuck, don’t you doubt it
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| The only thing I did
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| Was write this stupid song about it
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| If I was Leonard Cohen
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| Or some other song writing master
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| I’d know to first get the oral sex
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| And then write the song after
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| You can practice writing songs
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| About romance every day
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| But if you haven’t loved
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| Then you’ll have nothing to say
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| We could have given each other head
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| On Leonard same unmade bed
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| But I was too shy to suggest it
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| And so instead
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| When the three of them stopped
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| To look through a pub window
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| I said good night
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| Tho I had not quite meant to
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| And waved as we walked tho
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| I would not forget her
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| Especially when she mysteriously said
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| See you later
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| So now every time I’m walking
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| I hope that we’d meet
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| And on purpose
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| I always go up 23rd Street
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| Where the sign glowin' red
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| Says the Chelsea Hotel
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| Where Nancy and Sid Vicious
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| And my friend Dave’s once dwelled
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| Life doesn’t work out
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| The way it does in old songs
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| That’s why we sing new ones
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| To say what really goes on
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| So if I ever see her again
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| And we pick up
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| Right we were ended
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| Maybe I’ll play her this song
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| Maybe she won’t get too offended
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| And listen I tell you why
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| There’s more than this situation
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| Than miss the eyes
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| You may think it’s sad
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| You may think it’s pathetic
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| But I sing this song
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| And that she’ll never know it
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| But think a minute 'bout what that means
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| And you’ll realize it’s actually a wonderful thing
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| That all around the world
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| There maybe folks singin' tunes
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| For the love of others folks
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| That they barely knew
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| And it puts a smile on my face
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| Yes, it do
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| And let me tell you
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| You ought to be smilin' too
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| Cos the next time you’re feelin'
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| Kinda lonesome and blue
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| Just think that someone somewhere
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| Might be singin' about you
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| So who knows if I’ll ever see her again
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| Maybe we’ll see this whole time
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| She could have been singing about me
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| Probably not
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| But it could be |