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He was born in BrooklynAnd grew up in the Church of RomeThere was a girl there who loved him and had faithHe loved her like a madman, he loved her like a foolHe got a lot of big ideasAnd fought his way up to mad avenueHe navigated that bizarre world easilyHe did good work and he was smartHe knew his superiors, he disdained his inferiorsHe was proud and dignified and she waitedThe more money made, the more he wantedThe more glory he got, the more he wantedHis appetites were never satedEverything he knew about himselfHe drew from what was around himYou know this suit is you, this car is youThis studio is youPeople were no different, people were also his mirrorsOften he was their mirror as wellLife became complicated and overstatedAnd underrated and she waitedThe more power he got, the more he wanted naturallyThe more women he had, the more he wantedHis appetites were never satedShe finally married a wine salesman and had three childrenSometimes he thinks of herBut it's a gnawing, painful memoryEventually, like Napoleon, he attacked Russia |