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Come over to 81st street I'm in the apartmentabove the bar
You know you can't miss it, it's across from the subwayand the tacky store with the mylar scarves
My skin's as pale as outdoors moonmy hair's silver like a Tiffany watch
I like lots of people around me but don't kiss helloand please don't touch
It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me
The way to make friends Andy is invite them up for tea
Open house, open house
I've got a lot of cats, here's my favoriteshe's lady called Sam
I made a paper doll of her, you can have it
That's what I did when I had St.
Vitus dance
It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me
Give people little presents so they remember me
Open house, open house
Someone bring the vegetablessomeone please bring heat
My mother showed up yesterdaywe need something to eat
I think I got a job today they want me to draw shoes
The ones I drew were old and used, they told me to draw something new
Open house, open house
Fly me to the moonfly me to a star
But there are no stars in the New York skythey're all on the ground
You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint
I drew 550 different shoes today, it almost made me faint
Open house, open house
Open house, open house
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