| Went out on 42nd street
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| That’s where the elite all retreat to greet
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| You can see them coming from everywhere
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| Every kind of man and woman you will find there
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| There are men who love women who love men
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| There are women who love women every now and then
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| There are men who love men because they can’t pretend
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| They are men who love women who love men
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| There are those who make love for pay
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| And there are those who make love anyway
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| And over in the bar with a bottle of scotch
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| There are those who would rather just watch
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| All the men who love women who love men
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| And the women who love women every now and then
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| There are men who love men because they can’t pretend
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| They are men who love women who love men
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| There are those who make love to machines
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| That don’t talk back and are easy to clean
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| And there are those who will tell you out loud
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| That they can only make love in a crowd
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| A crowd of men who love women who love men
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| And women who love women every now and then
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| There are men who love men because they can’t pretend
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| They are men who love women who love men
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| In the pursuit of true love’s joy
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| Boys will be girls and girls will be boys
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| But sometimes it’s hard to know what to do
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| When you don’t know who you’re talking to
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| 'cause there are men who love women who love men
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| There are women who love women every now and then
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| There are men who love men because they can’t pretend
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| They are men who love women who love men |