While the symphony played
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I was starting to fade
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'Til I woke with a cymbal crash
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I turned to my right
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You were gone, that's all right
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These Platonic things are a burn
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I walked out on the street
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While the big city lights
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Tried to sell me on a way of life
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That I was already living
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Well, a limousine longer than
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The Golden Gate Bridge
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Pulled up alongside me at the curb
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All the glass was blacked out
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So I knew there was somebody
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Very important in there
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Then the door opened up
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And a blonde in the shadows said,
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"Get inside."
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And of course, I got inside
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[Chorus]
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Madonna, is that really you
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Madonna, whatcha gonna do
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Feelings only you can have
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Never in the photograph
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Feelings only you can have
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Well, she took me back to her penthouse
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And showed me all of her platinum records
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And of course there were a lot
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Then we sat on the sofa
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And she turned on a classical station
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But the reception was poor
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And we sat there and talked
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And talked a little more
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And one things led to another
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As they often do in these situations
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All the stars are shining tonight for me
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All the stars are shining tonight glory be
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[Chorus]
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In the morning
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She fixed me a continental breakfast
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And then she said, "Well, good-bye."
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And I said, "Can I see you again?"
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And she said, "No."
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And I said, "Well, goodbye."
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And I never told anyone about this
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'Cause after all
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It's none of their business what she or I did
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Madonna
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| Sparks |
