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So he's learned to hold his cigarette |
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And his drink in one hand |
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But he wonders if he's getting old |
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Everyone comes off so silly |
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But he doesn't forget the moon outside |
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Or the stars up above |
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Met a girl from Poland |
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She say Brezhnev |
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Met a boy from Santo Domingo |
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He say cocaine |
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Met a girl from Poland |
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She say Brezhnev |
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Met a boy from Santo Domingo |
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He say cocaine |
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"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" |
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"Sorry, I don't drink." |
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"Alright... Oh, what's that in your hand?" |
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"That's a drink." |
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"You got a cigarette?" |
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"This is my last one." |
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"Right." |
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And the boy keeps on dancing |
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Girls come |
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And this boy keeps on dancing |
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Girls come |
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And the music goes from bad to worse |
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Dancing |
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Dancing |
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Dancing |
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Oh, everybody's dancing |
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Dancing |
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Dancing |
