A squat greek sips his ouzo
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fingering his gold neck chain
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robust corn-fed american beauties
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lick the salty rim of margaritas
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in the corner lies a comatose musician
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dreaming on the job again
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you can't buy love
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but you can buy friends
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upon her breast a shiny crucifix
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holier than me i guess
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sheds friends like a snake sheds skin
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her laughter sounds so venomous
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in his corner lies the once proud musician
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thinking on the job again
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You Can Buy Friends
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| The Bears |
