Sitting on your own in a little café
With the smell of cheap bacon fucking up your day
Your stomach is wired to an image of pain
And your eyes travel back to the pissin' rain
The damndest thing that I've ever seen
Is a beautiful woman with a cheap tambourine
She danced alone in the eternal curve
She was stopping hearts with every ripple and curve
With his ticket in the hand for the underground
I could see Kevin Kline with a head full of sound
Deep ravines and emerald streams...

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