That must be her again
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She's leaning on my bell
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That cold psychotic ring
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The one I know so well
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So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
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There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
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This endless afternoon
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It started on the day I met her
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Lunch with Gina is forever
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She's coming 'round the corner
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Her body's just a blur
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I peel out like The Flash
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It don't mean boo to her
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So I duck into Nino's - she's barred from the place
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The minute I walk out she's right in my face
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She's got nothing but time
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No use in trying to be clever
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Lunch with Gina is forever
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Now I'm in my apartment
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The blinds down the lights out
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The phone rings God help me
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There's nobody home
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I crouch on the carpet
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Not breathing just being
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Like meat on the bone
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I'm in a cozy booth
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Maybe my watch is fast
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Another Tanqueray
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I'll wait 'til twenty past
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I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
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I guess she's a knockout - hey where have I been?
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The waiter never comes
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God knows the service could be better
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Lunch with Gina is forever
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Coffee and a kiss
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Maybe later maybe never
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Lunch with Gina...
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Lunch With Gina
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| Steely Dan |
