| It was a tight toy night, streets so bright
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| The world was so thin between my bones and skin
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| There stood another person who was a little surprised
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| To be face to face with a world so alive
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| How I fell (did you feel low?)
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| No (huh?)
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| I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo
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| You know it’s all like some new kind of drug
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| My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves
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| Broadway looked so medieval
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| It seemed to flap, like little pages
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| And I fell sideways laughing
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| With a friend from many stages
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| How we felt (did you feel low?)
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| Not at all (huh???)
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| I fell right into the arms of Venus de Milo
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| Suddenly, my eyes went so soft and shaky
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| I knew there was pain, but pain is not aching
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| Then Richie, Richie said:
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| «Hey man, let’s dress up like cops, think of what we could do!»
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| But something, something
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| It said, «You'd better not»
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| And I fell (did you feel low?)
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| Nah (huh???)
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| I stood up, walked out of the arms of Venus de Milo |