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Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beansChecking out the movies and the magazinesWaitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco BarI'm getting a pickup for my steel guitarI saw you walking out Shaftesbury AvenueExcuse me for talking I wanna marry youThis is the seventh heaven street to meDon't be so proudYou're just another angel in the crowdAnd I'm walking in the wild west endWalking with your wild best friendAnd my conductress on the number nineteenShe was a honeyPink toenails and hands all dirty with moneyGreasy hair easy smileMade me feel nineteen for a while (en) |
