| It must have been my lucky Thursday
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| Your dad went on that spree
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| Before the crew could put out the fires
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| You hopped a bus for NYC
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| Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark
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| Now you’re the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park
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| Who makes the morning fabulous
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| Who says today’s a fun day
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| Why do I feel like sailing again
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| Honey it’s you — Janie Runaway
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| Let’s grab some takeout from Dean and Deluca
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| A hearty gulping wine
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| You be the showgirl, I’ll be Sinatra
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| Way back in '59
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| Sweetness in heels, look at you in long black gloves
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| Come to Old Blue Eyes tell me, who do you love
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| Who makes the traffic interesting
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| Rescues a dreary Sunday
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| Who makes me feel like painting again
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| Honey it’s you — Janie Runaway
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| Let’s plan a weekend alone together
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| Out to Binky’s place
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| The sugar shack in Pennsylvania
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| Or would that be a federal case?
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| We’ll take the Big Red, the Blazer, it’s nice inside
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| And guess who’s coming along for the ride
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| Who has a friend named Melanie
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| Who’s not afraid to try new things
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| Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain
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| Possibly you, Janie Runaway
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| Who makes the morning fabulous
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| Rescues a dreary Sunday
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| Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain
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| Possibly you, Janie Runaway |