| You jump in your car pull your long hair back
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| Got your wood grain appointments and your leather is black
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| With yo dark sunglasses and your flip phone on send
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| Ridin' along in your Mercedes Benz
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| Said, but somethin' that you left behind
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| A pesky little detail in the back of your mind
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| That would be? |
| your midnight lover
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| Way across town? |
| sleepin' under cover
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| Dressed for work drinking latte on the balcony
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| Then you’re meetin' with your lawyers down on Gramercy
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| Spendin' all your daddy’s money on silky lingerie
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| Savin' all your loving for the man you hide away
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| But there’s somethin' that you left behind
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| A pesky little detail in the back of your mind
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| That would be? |
| the new young lover
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| Way across town? |
| sleepin' under cover
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| Make up your mind… before it’s too late
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| Your high heeled thinkin' will take it all away
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| Satin seduction and powder on your face
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| Expensive way of livin' that your mind will erase
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| Playing in the clubs with the in crowd you seek
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| While the sun starts risin' in you’re dead on your feet
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| Another dance another drink of small flirtation
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| Dropping the names of your rich relations
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| But nobody cares they just want to get high
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| While the young men’s attention has just passed you by, bye baby
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| To your new young lover
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| Way across town? |
| sleepin' under cover
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| Make up your mind… before it’s too late
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| Your high heeled thinkin' will take it all away
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| That would be? |
| the new young lover
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| Way 'cross town? |
| sleepin' under cover
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| Make up your mind… before it’s too late
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| Your high heeled thinkin' will take it all away
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| So what’ll it be the new young lover
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| Way across town sleepin' under cover
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| Another day of shoppin' at Saks Fifth Avenue
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| Better look in the mirror at what’s become of you |