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Forty Eight Twenty Three Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was wearing her turbans

Sailing to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the table
on the deck with 5 men surrounding her
With Sam in the back row
at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
With her soft leather boots dangling off to the
So full of
So of pride.

Elias, so high you can see us
4823 22nd St., there with cashmere overcoats
And those turbans with their Arabian
And ostrich and papagou feather
And not far down from our koumbaros

We've got a between us Betinis

In the back of the Hawthorne shop
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

But in that basement...
In back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!

A compliment of grinchy Italians
up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The sophisticated cigars
The local lottery and so
Like anybody was going to get a nit out of nut
Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
got a secret between us, Betinis

In the back of the Hawthorne shop,
was the least of it
In the basement of the hat
The fedoras got glued

But in back basement...
In that back basement, a lot of things got up

We've got a secret us, Betinis.
thousand dollars a day
Five dollars a day
thousand dollars a day
Five dollars a day

In the of the hat factory
The got glued together

But in that back
In that back basement, a lot of got sewn up!
We've got a between us, Betinis

Not that nobody knows, like nobody about the white doves that flew out the cake at the brother's wedding
In your hat factory, Betinis, they count up all the buffalo
And silver wrung from Lake Superior spirits
And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the on 12th St.
And in exchange you put in your pants $5,000 a day to stick your bed for starters
But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to your wife around the table
When you feel she looked at the and boysenberry boy twice