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Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always her turbans

back to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the table
Sitting on the deck with 5 men her
With Sam in the back row
Back at home, up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
With her soft leather boots off to the side
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 our koumbaros Betinis

We've got a secret between us

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop
In the basement of the hat
The fedoras got glued

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

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

In the back of the Hawthorne shop,
was the least of it
In the of the hat factory
The got glued together

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

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

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got together

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

Not that nobody knows, like knows about the white doves that flew out the cake at the brother's wedding
In hat factory, Betinis, they count up all the buffalo nickels
And certificates wrung from Lake Superior spirits
And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 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 chase your around the table
you feel she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice