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At discotheque Thirty-six on the Richter Scale I'd seen you pouring out, out the ale My Triple Sec Feeling like my first skin pop You tasting like salty drop Isn't that something? How I thought that I'd seen Every women that there was to be seen Just doing my dumb thing There to make a scene I ended up drinking from the stream Ended up drinking my Alexandra Then comes a day I was never smart But I'll leave you with a view of one more classic shot Now everyday, feel the good things in your heart When you look out of the window to this spot |