Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
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and shines on the cracks
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On the walls and the heartaches
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and they never shine back
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Patsy clutches her rosary
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and from her window she sees
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Lots of social interaction
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from the people down on Blonde Street
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Thru' the peephole she sees the Landlord
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who's come for more than her rent
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He says, "I'm kicking you out pronto.
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unless your body gives me consent"
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But Patsy won't give into just any guy
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Crushed like a grape
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from where she must hide...you see
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Life is not her cup of tea...yeah
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But she says,
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"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
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I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"
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There's a baby in the next room
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Watchin' some guy die on T.V.
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There are lovers in the basement
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havin' some kind of touchin' spree
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Down the hall there's young Jimbo
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who's got his heart in hell
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'Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant
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is going on Sally Jesse Raphael
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Patsy laughs at her girlfriends
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They're tryin' to marry someone rich
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They all hang around the sofa and say
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"Hey, ain't love a bitch?"
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And Mars is a Planet
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Where she'll find her man
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She'll sail thru' the black hole
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'til it's his arms she's in
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With eyes like Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
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She won't be living the life of a Nun
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and that's what she gets...
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(CHORUS)
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Her memories don't mean nothing
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So she throws them away
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Like that night in his bedroom
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When he looked just like
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a Young Hemingway
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and she was the, "Catch of the Day"...
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Now she's walkin' down Blonde Street
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Where there's so many places to hide
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She's got a River of denial
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of what's locked up inside...
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But she just wants to Fly...
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and she says...
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"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
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I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"
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(c) 1996 Stephen Bishop Music Publishing Co./BMI
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On Blonde Street
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| Stephen Bishop |
