| I exit through the spotlight glare
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| I stepped out into thin air
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| Into a perfume so rarefied
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| Here comes the bride
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| Not quite aside, they snide, she’s number four
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| There’s number three just by the door
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| Those in the know, don’t even flatter her, they go one better
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| She was selling speedboats in a trade show when he met her
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| Look at her now
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| She’s starting to yawn
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| She looks like she was born to it
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| But it was so much easier
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| When I was cruel
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| She reaches out her arms to me
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| Imploring another melody
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| So she can dance her husband out on the floor
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| The captains of industry just
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| Lie there where they fall
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| In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation
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| A satin sash and velvet elevation
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| She straightens the tipsy head-dress of her spouse
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| While hers recalls a honey house
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| There’ll be no sorrows left to drown
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| Early in the morning in your evening gown
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| But it was so much easier
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| When I was cruel
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| The entrance hall was arranged
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| With hostesses and ushers
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| Who turned out to be the younger wives
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| Nursing schoolgirl crushes
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| Parting the waves of those
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| Few feint friends
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| Fingers once offered are now too
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| Heavy to extend
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| The ghostly first wife glides up
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| On stage, whispering to raucous talkers
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| Spilling family secrets out to
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| Flunkey’s and castrato walkers
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| See that girl, watch that scene
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| Digging the dancing queen
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| Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
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| Running a book on which of them is going to last the week
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| One of them calls to me and he says, «I know you
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| You gave me this tattoo back in '82»
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| You were a spoilt child then with a record to plug
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| And I was a shaven headed, seaside thug
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| Things haven’t really changed that much
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| One of us is still getting paid too much
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| There are some things I report
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| The memory of his last retort
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| But it was so much easier
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| When I was cruel, oh
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| Look at me now, she’s starting to yawn
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| She looks like she was born to it
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| Ah, but it was so much easier
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| When I was cruel |