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we can touchtouch our girl cheeksand we can hold handslike paper dollswe can trytry eachother onin the privacywithin new york city's wallswe can kisskiss goodnightand we can go home wonderingwhat would it be like ifif I did not have a boyfriendwe could spendthe whole night
I am waking upin her bed
I sing 1st avenuethe open window saidalways late to sleeplate to riselying here watching the day go byin the living roomthere are people on the carpethaving stupid conversationsjust to hear themselves talkand I am drifting through
I am heading for the kitchen
I am thinking of her fingers as I walk...
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