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Summer in the city
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And I started miss you, baby, sometimes I've been staying up drinking In the late night establishments Telling strangers personal things Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely So I went to a protest Just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming But I also felt like crying And it doesn't seem so worth it right now And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise At the sight of a beautiful woman They feel nothing But anger Her skin makes them sick in the night Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely I've been hallucinating you, babe At the backs of other women And I tap 'em on the shoulder And they turn around smiling but There's no recognition in their eyes Oh, summer in the city! Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage Don't get me wrong, dear In general I'm doing quite fine It's just when it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes When it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes Oh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes |
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