the steinways - fruitmarket fantasy lyrics
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i’m getting nowhere
sitting in my room alone
drinkin’ pink lemonade
and i’m starin’ at the telephone
she’s getting nowhere
staring at the counter all day
selling heads of lettuce
and bottles of pink lemonade
these days
all it takes to move me is
a tropicana smoothie
and a smile
but i haven’t shaved in sometime
and two bucks are hard to come by
so i think i’m gonna be here for a while
(oh no)
no clocks to punch
oh we’re sittin’ at lunch
and i’m glancin’ at hеr a lot
and you’re getting kinda angry
eatin’ pickles and friеs
you don’t think that she’s that hot
well she’s not that hot
she’s just like me
overcrowded and all alone
we wake up and we break up
and then we head back home
only home doesn’t feel much like home
anymore
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