| intro
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| If i die a lonely death
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| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes
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| I smoked each day after you left me
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| standing all alone
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| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new
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| the extra set of keys from you
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| are going to the maid
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| the maid has been my only friend
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| she’s always there to apprehend
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| the dust and grime that settles in
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| around the crystal vase
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| the crystal vase, a wedding gift
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| that through the years has made the shift
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| what once helds flowers
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| now holds ash
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| from my two packs a day
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| Oo, baby she walks with a thorn in her side
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| Them big sunglasses on her eyes
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| All the uptown girls say:
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| «Hi… old woman»
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| «I can’t take another day of this» she says
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| «All I wanted was a drink and kiss
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| But I guess I’ll just to call on my bank 'cause it’s Swiss»
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| She never knew no better than to follow her nose
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| I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I’m part of the show
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| And now she’s gone and all she’s left with
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| is a house full of clothes
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| Sometimes Madam
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| It’s OK to cry
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| If I die a lonely death
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| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes
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| I smoked each day after you left me
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| standing all alone
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| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new
|
| the extra set of keys from you
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| are going to the maid
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| We’ll she’s probably just a chip off the block
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| You know like, coffee from a coffee pot
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| Well, at least she can get away for a while
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| Get some sun on that yacht
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| She never knew no better than to follow her nose
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| I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I’m part of the show
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| And now all she’s gone and all she’s left with is
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| a house full of clothes
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| Sometimes Madam
|
| It’s OK to cry
|
| If i die a lonely death
|
| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes
|
| I smoked each day after you left me
|
| standing all alone
|
| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new
|
| the extra set of keys from you
|
| are going to the maid
|
| the maid has been my only friend
|
| she’s always there to apprehend
|
| the dust and grime that settles in
|
| around the crystal vase
|
| the crystal vase, a wedding gift
|
| that through the years has made the shift
|
| what once helds flowers
|
| now holds ash
|
| from my two packs a day |