| Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
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| And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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| I’ve been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
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| Telling strangers personal things
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| Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
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| So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
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| And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
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| It doesn’t seem so worth it right now
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| And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
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| They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
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| At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
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| Anger, her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous
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| Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely
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| I’ve been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
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| And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
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| But there’s no recognition in their eyes
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| Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
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| And don’t get me wrong, dear, in general I’m doing quite fine
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| It’s just when it’s summer in the city, and you’re so long gone from the city
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| I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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| When it’s summer in the city
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| And you’re so long gone from the city
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| I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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| I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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| I start to miss you, baby, sometimes |