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
Angel, just tell me that you'll never leave, understandThough I
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
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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