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Maria lives on Miracle Row |
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She tells fortunes, you know |
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At a dollar a throw |
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Every pimp and every gigolo |
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Has made love in the afternoon |
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To the lady by the windowsill |
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Five healthy children |
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And a home of your own |
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Back on Miracle Row |
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They all will follow the show |
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Soap operas in the afternoon |
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And the old ladies swear |
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At the sun like a sauna |
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On the tenement stair |
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All the boys play the conga |
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There's a chill in the air |
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And yes, they're gonna break out of here |
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TV in the summer heat |
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Talk show hard to beat |
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'Til she hits the street |
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Ripping pavement underneath her heels |
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With the poetry of motion in chains |
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And the lady by the windowpane |
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Five healthy children |
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And a home of your own |
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Back on Miracle Row |
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They all will follow the show |
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Love interest in the afternoon |
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And the old man swoon |
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And the sun gets hotter |
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Someone mumbles a tune |
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And the young men spot her |
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Running up to the room |
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And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon |
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Five healthy children |
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And a home of your own |
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Back on Miracle Row |
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They all will count on the show |
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Soap opera in the afternoon |
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The old ladies swear |
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At the boys playing the conga |
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On the tenement stair |
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And the sun is like a sauna |
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There's a chill in the air |
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And yes, they're gonna break out of here |
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Oh Maria, your eyes are like |
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A [unverified] lover's child |
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And lips of velvet who held an invitation |
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Every time you smiled |
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You sucked me in, I must admit |
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That I was waiting for a sign |
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Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light? |
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Because I'm stepping out tonight |
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Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name |
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The ones I knew you, well, I'm not ashamed |
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To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie |
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Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls |
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Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall? |
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Unless there's nothing left at all |
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Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose |
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And every movement strikes a pose |
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On every technical enclose |
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And other women show their teeth |
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And schoolboy husbands pack and leave |
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And empty lovers search the streets |
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Maria, convince me in the night she know the way |
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Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day |
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Won't you leave me by the lamppost |
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In the haze of your perfume night fades away? |
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Won't you leave me by the lamppost |
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In the haze of your perfume night fades away? |
