Wanna be drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue

I loved you for your beauty,
but that doesn’t make a fool of me;
you were in it for your beauty too.

And I loved you for your body,
there’s a voice that sounds like God to me,
declaring that your body’s really you.

And I loved you when our love was blessed,
and I love you now there’s nothing left,
but sorrow and a sense of overtime.

And I missed you since the place got wrecked,
and I just don’t care what happens next,
it looks like freedom but it feels like death.
It’s something in between, I guess.

Then the whole damn place goes crazy twice,
it’s once for the devil and once for Christ,
but the Boss don’t like these dizzy heights,
we’re busted in the blinding lights…

Busted in the blinding lights.

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