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It doesn't matter what I say, doesn't matter what I do |
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It seems I'm gonna have to change my look for you |
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'Cause I've got two shoes but they've been walked too far |
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And I think that we could float from evening to the stars |
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When I see you in the distance with your friends |
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I look around and I look down at my threads |
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It's inappropriate that I should present like |
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A retired matador with unpaid rent |
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So many nights, I'm still thinking 'bout you |
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And so many nights you step in and I walk through |
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So he doesn't care, 'cept he still combs his hair |
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So what am I supposed to do? |
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I bought a suit and I bought a top hat |
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I put a red stripe down the side of my slacks |
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Went to the barber got my hair cut high |
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And I bought a ticket for the opera tonight |
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But when I see you, your bodice and your pride |
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It's nice to greet you with an interrupted stride, besides |
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You say good evening, you don't say goodnight |
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And I can't deny that |
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So many nights, I'm still thinking 'bout you |
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And so many nights until I changed my suit |
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And when I'm bare don't need to comb my hair |
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'Cause I found what to do |
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Put your waistcoat on |
