| Mazy checks her cell phone
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| For the 32nd time
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| Slips into her Jimmy Choo’s
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| Perfect pink three-quarter skirt
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| And lilac leather purse
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| She’s a page from W
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| She grabs the only coat she owns
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| Sprays the room with French cologne
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| Just in case she don’t come home alone
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| Well she’s on stage tonight in Angel Town
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| Where how you look’s what matters
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| Things are looking up so don’t look down
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| And she should go home but she never will
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| She’ll ride her broken wings until
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| She flies so high
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| She shatters
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| She loves this town
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| Fat boy Roy’s a would be king
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| With offices at Fox
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| He’s sipping on his Veuve Cliquot
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| Sending drinks
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| To movie stars and hoping that his date
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| He’s hoping that she
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| Likes the fat boy dinner show
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| He gives the maître d' a nod
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| They bring his food like he was god
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| But Roy just sits there knowing he’s a fraud
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| Well he’s on stage tonight in Angel Town
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| Where how you looks' what matters
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| Things are looking up so don’t look down
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| And he should go home but he never will
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| He’ll ride his broken wings until
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| He flies so high
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| He shatters
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| I love this town
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| We’re driving down from Heaven’s Gate
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| And winding through the hills
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| Just can’t wait to hit the streets
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| Tattooed Venus waits for us
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| With all her neon thrills
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| And many more delicious treats
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| Well Norma Jean I think I see
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| How you lost yourself in fantasy
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| Just like Mazy, Fat Boy Roy and Me
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| We’re on stage tonight in Angel Town
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| Where how you look’s what matters
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| Things are looking up so don’t look down
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| We should go home but we never will
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| We’ll ride our broken wings until
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| We fly so high
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| We shatter
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| I love this town
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| I love this town
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| I love this town
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| I love this town
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| I love this town
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| I love this town |