| My coat is black and the moon is yellow
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| Here is where I get off
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| As you can see for yourself old girl in the Green Book
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| I tango down to the smoky lobby
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| My eyes adjust to the light
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| The new cashier looks like Jill St. John
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| Can that be right?
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| I’m rolling into the bar at Joey’s
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| They’re getting ready to close
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| Here she comes very «Kiss Me Deadly'?
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| My life, my love, my third hand rose
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| Flash ahead to a yummy playback
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| Just you and me in a room
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| Double dreaming a page at a time in the Green Book
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| The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers
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| Now where’d we sample those legs?
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| I’m thinking Marilyn 4.0 in the Green Book
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| I like the neon I love the music
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| Anachronistic but nice
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| The seamless segue from fun to fever
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| It’s a sweet device
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| I’m so in love with this dirty city
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| This crazy grid of desire
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| The festive icons along the way
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| The boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
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| She’s kind of cute but a little younger
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| She’s got the mood and the moves
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| It’s kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book |