Harry was a rich young man
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who would become a priest
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He dug up his dear father
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who was recently deceased
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He did it with tarot cards
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and a mystically attuned mind
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And shortly there
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and after he did find
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Jeanie was a spoiled young brat
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she thought she knew it all
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She smoked mentholated cigarettes
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and she had sex in the hall
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But she was not my kind
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or even of my side
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The kind of animal
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that I would be about
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Woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me
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and I'm not so glad you found me
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You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
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Oh-woh-woh-woh, you keep hangin' round me
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and I'm not so glad you found me
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You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
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all right now
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ah-huh-huh
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Kathy was a bit surreal
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she painted all her toes
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And on her face she wore dentures
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clamped tightly to her nose
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And when she finally spoke
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her twang her glasses broke
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And no one else could smoke
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while she was in the room
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Hark the herald angels sang
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and reached out for a phone
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And plucking it with a knife in hand
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dialed long distance home
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But it was all too much
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sprinkling angel dust
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To AT and T
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who didn't wish you well
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Oh, but you keep hangin' round me
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and I'm not so glad you found me
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You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
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Ho-ho-ho-ho, you keep hangin' round me
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and I'm not so glad you found me
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You're still doing things that I gave up years ago
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Hangin' round
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hangin' round, that's all you're doing baby
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Hangin' round
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hangin' round, ooohhh
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Hangin' round
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hangin' round
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Hangin' round
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hangin' round
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Hangin' Round
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| Lou Reed |
