| She was talking about the world situation
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| She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool
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| I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation
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| And the Ayatollah’s rule
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| It was over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head
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| Her eyes were plastered with a lot of mascara
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| And her hair was cut by Vidal
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| I was wondering how I was going to score her
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| A real live intellectual
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| And then she started talking bout a new production
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| Of Dostoyevsky in drag
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| The way her mouth moved was pure seduction
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| When she said she’d written it up in a mag
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| It was over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head
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| Everybody’s talking 'bout a new way of thinking
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| Getting plugged into silicon chips
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| All I could think about was lateral linking
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| And I just watched her Mary Quant lips
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| Talking over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head
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| She asked me was I ever into Fellini
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| And what did I think of Godard
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| I tried to imagine her in a bikini
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| And didn’t find it was hard
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| She said have you seen that Fritz Lang movie
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| Where the hero loses his soul?
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| I said I didn’t think that sounded too groovy
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| I’m more into rock and roll
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| She was over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head, over my head
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| Over my head
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| Over my head
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| Over my head |