Talk about life, imitating art
Well I was sure that I
Doctor, doctor you gotta help me yeah
You gotta make it
I know just what you're doing,
you don't wanna put the
Everybody's talking to computers,
They're all dancing to a drum
Jessie is a friend
Yeah I know he's been a good
I’m picking up my baby tonight
Though her daddy’s making trouble
It
On my way back from a wedding
I drove round some
Now I can tell you how I feel, a broken
Black is black, I want my baby backIt's grey, it's
(chorus)Bop till you drop in the hot city Keep on
I can see the older man looking at the younger
Everybody looks so spaced out thereBusy blowing to the priests
When you were just a young girl and still in
You wake up to tell me(That you're numb inside, that
That's not the way, that's not the way of the
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