Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
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And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
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Telling strangers personal things
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Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely
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So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
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And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
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It doesn't seem so worth it right now
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And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
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They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
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At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
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But anger, and her skin makes them sick in the night nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous
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Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely
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I've been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
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And I tap em' on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
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But there's no recognition in their eyes
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Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
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And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I, I think I'm doing quite fine
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It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're long gone from the city
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I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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When it's summer in the city
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And you're so long gone from the city
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I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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Ooooo
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I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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Ooooo
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I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
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Summer In The City
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Regina Spektor |