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You went uptown riding in your limousine |
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In your fine Park Avenue clothes |
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You had the Dom Perignon in your hand |
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And the spoon up your nose |
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And when you wake up in the morning |
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With your head on fire |
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And your eyes too bloody to see |
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Go on and cry in your coffee |
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But don't come bitchin' to me |
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Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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You had to open up your mouth |
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You had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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All your friends were so knocked out |
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You had to have the last word, last night |
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You know what everything's about |
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You had to have a white hot spotlight |
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You had to be a big shot last night |
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They were all impressed with your Halston dress |
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And the people that you knew at Elaine's |
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And the story of your latest success |
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Kept 'em so entertained |
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But now you just can't remember |
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All the things you said |
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And you're not sure you want to know |
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I'll give you one hint, honey |
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You sure did put on a show |
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Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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You had to prove it to the crowd |
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You had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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All your friends were so knocked out |
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You had to have the last word, last night |
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You're so much fun to be around |
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You had to have the front page, bold type |
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You had to be a big shot last night |
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Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in |
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If you know when to leave it alone |
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But you went over the line |
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You couldn't see it was time to go home |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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You had to open up your mouth |
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You had to be a big shot, didn't you |
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All your friends were so knocked out |
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You had to have the last word, last night |
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So much fun to be around |
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You had to have a white hot spotlight |
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You had to be a big shot last night |
