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DOWNTOWN BOOGIE |
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Six o'clock time to stop |
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and count the blisters on my feet |
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I've been swinging at the solitary home |
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for caviar on plates of chrome |
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I rub my head eyes going red |
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I try to picture myself back there |
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in the eruption of the dreams that turned to lead |
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on the ivy covered bed |
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My life's a downtown boogie every night and day |
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Lovers come and lovers go, but that is just a part of the play |
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Now I got new shoes for downtown boogie, the endless cabaret |
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Cry your little heart out |
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Everything is gonna be okay, tomorrow |
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Seven o'clock the sun is up |
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and like a bullet in a china shop |
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In these anachronistic hours of today |
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the belly of the moon is gray |
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Now there's nobody here but Fred Astaire |
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Frank Sinatra, Doris Day |
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Oh Olivia de Havilland my bride |
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I'll keep you by my side |
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And when you're feeling blue |
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take a ride with the tinkerbelly boy |
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Step up for some pedestrian city joy |
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'cause we won't be here tomorrow |
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But it sure as hell was fun |
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My life's a downtown boogie every night and day |
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Lovers come and lovers go, but that is just a part of the play |
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Now I got new shoes for downtown boogie, tap dance and ballet |
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Cry your little heart out |
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Everything is gonna be okay, tomorrow |
