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Well it didn't feel like |
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SundayDidn't feel like |
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JuneWhen he met his silent partner |
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In that lonely corner room |
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That overlooked the marquee |
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Of the plaza all-adult |
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And he was not lookin' for romance |
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Just someone he could trust |
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And it wasn't no way to carry on |
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It wasn't no way to live |
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But he could put up with it for a little while |
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He was workin' on something big |
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Speedball rang the night clerk |
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Said, "Send me up a drink" |
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Now the night clerk said, "It's Sunday manWait a minute, let me think""There' a little place outside of townMight still have some wine" |
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Speedball said, "Forget it manCan I have an outside line?" |
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And it wasn't no way to carry on |
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It wasn't no way to live |
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But he could put up with it for a little while |
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He was workin' on something big |
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It was Monday when the day maids |
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Found the still made bed |
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All except the pillows |
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That lay stacked up at the head |
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And one said, "I knowI've seen his face, I wonder who he is" |
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And the other said, "Probably it's just another clownWorking on something big" |
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And it wasn't no way to carry on |
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It wasn't no way to live |
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But he could put up with it for a little while |
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He was workin' on something big |
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And it wasn't no way to carry on |
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It wasn't no way to live |
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But he could put up with it for a little while |
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He was workin' on something big |
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Something big |
