It's Friday and late after hours,
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And still I haven't a date.
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Waiting by the moon,
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Sipping Whiskey sours.
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I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon.
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It really could be days,
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'Til I find some flowers,
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So I'll send you a bouquet.
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Chorus 1:
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Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
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And people in a rush everywhere.
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No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
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In my champagne glass, you know.
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You put that magic touch in the air.
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So they say, it's closing time again,
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Funny how time passes,
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Through a bottle of Champagne.
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The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,
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And people laughing in my ear.
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You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris,
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You've got that magic touch.
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Chorus 2:
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Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
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And the people rush everywhere.
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No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
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In my Champagne glass, you know.
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You put that magic touch in the air.
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See those people in a rush,
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But you've got that magic touch.
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(Repeat twice)
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Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade.
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That Magic Touch
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Angel (Metal) |