You came to her
With a false intention
You bringing along a fantasy
Wrapped well
Only paid few pennies
But haloed your face over the regular age
You took your girl to the Tao
Promised the fool
There is a change
You ordered Sushi
Loaded her heart with pathetic dream
You bet on the wrong side of the coin
Took the interview on little Italy
Her mother and father traveled far
You are suddenly noble not to entertain
You not tired having your book under your arm
You gave away your woman's little sound
Oh New Yorkis full of sharks
You just a working fish
Lazy after the moonlight
Greedy at the dainty chance
Your three pair of Gucci shoes
Still dusting your closet in India
Your Asian gal so pale
Not rushing out
Take your parents elsewhere
Hampton out of either of their reach
Riding the bird to your Rochester
Small town is busy
With summer care
You will be doomed
For the girl is not the shouting gal
Her thirstwas blamed
For the California draught
Her rage will bring back
The fires in the Santa Monica bush
Just take her hands
I saw You have the same minds
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