| It’s just a stones throw from as good as it gets
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| Not far from grace and not too far fetched
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| I might be wrong but I must confess
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| That I’m a regular guest at the local nest
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| And as a local mess I lit a hole in the wall
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| All the answers to life on the bathroom stall
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| A crawl, a hop, a skip, a jump
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| A leap, a stop, a skii, a bump
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| Don’t need no evening gowns, no ties, no fancy suits
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| No one’s here to tell you what you can and cannot do, ooh
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| Every hour is happy hour
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| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine
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| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP
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| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be
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| I love this soft urban way of life
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| With th friendly neighbors and the frindly wives
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| You don’t get caught, you don’t get burned
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| You don’t lose your spouse, but you lose your turn
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| And that high nose serving up cold mimosas
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| Just say 'bring the ladies just a little bit closer'
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| Amarosa fills the room, chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom
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| Come and find yourself on a really cool night
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| You can go and lose yourself and know that everything’s alright, ha
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| Every hour is happy hour
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| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine
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| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP
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| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be
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| Every hour is happy hour, every hour…
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| I see a real young girl with a real old man
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| And I bet they’re not related
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| Because she got a big chest and a real small dress
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| And the rest of the girls all hate it
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| I see faded dreams and some old routines
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| I see prom queens with some faded dreams
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| A faded scene? |
| Nope, not for me
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| 'Cause that’s my favorite place to be
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| Don’t need no evening gowns, no ties, no fancy suits
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| No one’s here to tell you what you can and cannot do, ooh
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| Every hour is happy hour
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| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine
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| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP
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| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be
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| Every hour is happy hour
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| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine
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| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP
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| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be
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| Every hour is happy hour
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| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine
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| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP
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| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |