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BARRY MANILOW >> Merchandise Links
BARRY MANILOW
Walkin' around uptight And lookin' for noise Frantic on a friday night Just one of the boys Phoney defenses, they fall in my way A case of hot fire turnin' to stone Just a wind up poet with a chip on his shoulder Meetin' saturday mornin' alone What's a nice boy like me Doin' in a place that never closes? I can hardly hear ya' Holy moses Lookin' so sad What's a nice boy like me Doin' by the dance floor after hours? Dozin' over rows of whiskey sours? Feelin' so bad I'm feelin so bad for me (What' cha doin' here boy?) lost in the crowd alone I'm drinkin' my third I'm hungry for company, but I can't think of the words watchin' the girls, my heart in my hands what a misplaced, pitiful sight! Just a stiff upper lip who'll be knowin' tomorrow What he shoulda' been sayin' tonight! Wontcha' tell me what's a nice boy like me
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