| There’s danger in the air
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| They walk around in pairs
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| Dancing to the Dansette
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| Well, God Almighty, don’t forget
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| You came here with me While Cinderella’s getting hypnotized
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| By the Italian with gray, green eyes
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| I stand deliberately out of bounds
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| Winding you up just to bring you down to my level
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| So, I’m sitting in a corner with a knife in my back
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| Pretending not to notice that I’m under attack
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| When a positive lack of direction breaks 'pon my shoulders
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| You may dance with him all night long
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| Live your romance out in a popular song
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| But, baby, you’re gonna miss me when the radio comes on And they’re playing my song, all night long
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| The boys are queuing up at every one night stand
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| To issue their final demands
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| The stand’s telling them about this guy
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| And so they’re standing with her
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| But they’re keeping their eyes on some other girl
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| Me, I’m trying to hold it down
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| By thinking about the words to some other song
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| When I’m forced into making polite conversation
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| I open up the window to get some ventilation
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| Try to break away from the intellectual starvation
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| Meanwhile the taxis are calling and the angels are falling
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| Down into the garden of truth
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| Where two star crossed lovers cut across one another
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| And make their way home, one by one
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| He may fire imagination into your minds
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| And these strong personalities are hard to find
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| You messed up mine
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| We’ve got a good thing let’s keep on trying
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| Baby, you’re gonna miss me When the radio comes 'round to my time
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| When the radio comes on, so long
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| When the radio comes on, you were gone
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| You’ll miss me when I’m gone
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| They’re playing my song
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| You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone |