| She had a face like a cook
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| I’d seen in the kitchen of the Anchor Hotel
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| See her in the city virgin
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| She’s friendly and you know her well
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| A thousand-odd broken stallions
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| Still very quick on the beat
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| Full-size, the buffet begs before them all you can eat
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| I’m drawing up a plan for the city
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| Filled with ten thousand crooked stairs
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| Some lead up to heaven
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| Some look through you like you’re not even there
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| Could it be that I’ll see her
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| When I cut across the park
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| Walking along with her hound?
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| When I look at myself in the shower
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| I wonder if she’ll see what I see
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| And will she like what she has found
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| I rolled out from under the engine
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| And I saw her standing there
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| I knew right then that I could love her forever
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| Even when her breasts are rotted with cancer
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| I wonder where she went when she said go
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| A sailor has to masturbate until the ship lands
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| A lot of things happen out on the open sea
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| I’m gonna sell Arizona to Japan
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| I’m drawing up a plan for the city
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| Filled with ten thousand crooked stares
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| Some lead up to heaven
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| Some look through you like you’re not even there |