| What you gonna do now, are you thinkin' bout takin' Manhattan on foot
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| What you gonna do now, are you thinkin' bout leavin' verses just stay put
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| There’s this girl I know raised on rock and roll
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| Fishnet fire and lace right up in my face
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| She’s got New York down, says she’ll show me round
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| She’s my perfect ten, she’s heaven sent to clue me in
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| What you gonna do now
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| Sell the house and maybe move it out east to Spain
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| What you gonna do now
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| Stay at home all alone sit and think about rain
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| There’s this girl I’ve seen keeps a quiet routine
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| Lives by playground rules she wont suffer fools
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| She writes books and such says I drink too much
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| She says she’s glad to be my friend till I’m back down on earth again
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| What you gonna do now
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| What you gonna do now
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| What you gonna do now
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| I heard you talkin' bout climbin' up Machu Pichu
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| What you gonna do now
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| You always said that there was something that it just might teach you
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| There’s this girl I love I can’t rise above
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| Pushed my luck to far left a nasty scar
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| Washed the hands to me thus the man you see
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| Dark sunglasses on to make believe that nothing’s wrong
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| What you gonna do now
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| What you gonna do now
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| What you gonna do now
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| What you gonna do now |