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Woman cry -- chase man down street crying "No Chuckie, no, please don't" |
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Another girl comes they run along St. Andrew, turn south on Kensington |
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Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's |
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By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished |
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Just a deaf kid talking like Popeye to a large fleshy laughing man in a blue shirt |
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You pay your money and you take your chance |
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When you're dealing with love and romance |
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Down the alley past the fire escape a woman is talking on the telephone |
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Kitchen light spills out, laughter riding on its beam |
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In the maze of moebius streets we're trying to amuse ourselves to death |
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Under the deep sky that's squatting so close over us tonight |
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You'd think it was trying to hatch us |
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The numb and confused |
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The battered and bruised |
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The counters of cost |
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And the star-crossed |
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You pay your money and you take your chance |
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When you're dealing with love and romance |
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Confused and solo in the spawning ground I watch the confusion of friends all numb with love |
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Moving like stray dogs to the anthem of night-long conversations, of pulsing rhythms and random voltage voices |
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In spite of themselves, graceful as these raindrops creeping spermlike across the car window |
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Stay or leave, give or withold, hesitate or leap |
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Each step splashing sparks of red pain in every direction |
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And through it all, somehow, this willingness that asks no questions |
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You pay your money and you take your chance |
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When you're dealing with love and romance. |
