.Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze,
As the wind died away she sank way below her knees,
And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky,
She must have been at least a fathom high.
She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street,
With all her golden ambitions a.
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