.When the city comes alive,
When the debonaire are like fire-flies,
See the social satire lives,
See them dance on their beauty at the wheel,
Wonder how it feels,
Wonder how it feels to be you.
Oh little venus,
Dressed up to tease us,
Locked in the room upstairs,
She's comb.
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