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Mr. Blue Intro:
AmYah yahG yah, yaFh yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat) GMeetAm Mr. Blue, elegGant Jew of New FYork City Ex-real eAmstate man, sits oGn the can, always Flooks pretty And Miss NeveAmr-Say-Please, pink and Gwhite knees, favForite kitty Movie star Cqueen fell off the Emscreen, oFh, what a pity
Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette Meet Mr. Blue Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you Where it is they all fall to, no one knows Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you Just to find out where it is that you go Verse 1 by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com