| Okay living in the city
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| Whores outside a posing
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| Traffic noise a lullaby
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| Skyscrapers better than the blue skies
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| We can do what we want
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| We can say what we please
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| We can be who we want
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| Being poor’s okay by me
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| Proud I don’t have no T. V
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| Living at the Canterbury
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| (My friends think I’m a fool)
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| Living at the Canterbury
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| I guess it’s pretty cool
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| Living at the Canterbury
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| Fighting off the roaches
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| Like being in a dormitory
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| Till rental due approaches
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| Spent it all on booze
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| I’m no fool with credit cards
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| It’s better not to think
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| Sometimes little I like to think
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| See me pose, having so much fun
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| Champagne glass in my hand
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| My put on smile on my painted face
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| I show no trace of boredom
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| See me laugh at your jokes
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| Your gossiping lips
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| You look so divine, so divine
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| In your Fiorucci dress
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| Your party is finesse
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| Charming, darling
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| Party pose, let’s pretend
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| Jet set, Rive Gauche
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| Party pose, quite dull
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| Moet Chandon, Andy Warhol
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| See me fit the stylish crowd
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| Hear the stories, the worldly wise
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| Exaggerate: we’ve been around
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| We’ve seen it all, we’re so profound
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| See my friends walk in the door
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| Eat caviar, drink, ash the floor
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| Party crash patrol has come
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| Party pose has just begun
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| Party pose, let’s pretend
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| Jet set, Rive Gauche
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| Party pose, quite dull
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| Moet Chandon, Andy Warhol
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| See me pose, having so much fun
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| Champagne glass in my hand
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| My put on smile on my painted face
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| I show no trace of boredom
|
| See me laugh at your jokes
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| Your gossiping lips
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| You look so divine
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| In your Fiorucci dress
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| Your party is finesse
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| Charming, darling |