| Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine
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| Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine
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| Red racing cars, sunset in Vine
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| The kids were young and pretty
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| Where have you been? |
| Where did you go?
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| Those summer nights seem long ago
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| And so is the girl you used to call
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| «The Queen of New York City»
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| But if you send for me, you know I’ll come
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| And if you call for me, you know I’ll run
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| I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you
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| I’ll run, run, run
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| I’ll come to you, I’ll come to you
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| I’ll come, come, come
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| The power of youth is on my mind
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| Sunsets, small town, I’m out of time
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| Will you still love me when I shine
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| From words but not from beauty?
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| My father’s love was always strong
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| My mother’s glamour lives on and on
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| Yet still inside, I felt alone
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| For reasons unknown to me
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| But if you send for me, you know I’ll come
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| And if you call for me, you know I’ll run
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| I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you
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| I’ll run, run, run
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| I’ll come to you, I’ll come to you
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| I’ll come, come, come
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| And if you call, I’ll run, run, run
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| If you change your mind, I’ll come, come, come
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| Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine
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| Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine
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| Red racing cars, sunset in Vine
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| And we were young and pretty |