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Forty Eight Three Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was wearing her turbans

Sailing to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the captain's
Sitting on the deck 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 dangling off to the side
So of pride
So of pride.

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

We've got a between us Betinis

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop
In the of the hat factory
The got glued together

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

A compliment of grinchy Italians
Counting up on their fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The least sophisticated
The local and so forth
Like was going to get a nit out of that nut
Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and Betinis
We've got a secret us, Betinis

In the back of the smoke shop,
was the least of it
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

got a secret between us, Betinis.
Five dollars a day
thousand dollars a day
Five thousand a day
Five dollars a day

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

But in that back
In that basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
got a secret between us, Betinis

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