| Stormy eyed on the edge of dawn
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| Nose pressed against the triple glaze
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| Floor to ceiling, wall to wall
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| Silent traffic streams both ways
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| Along the fussy freeway drivers
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| Dream of Sunday barbecues
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| Of a sudden, seems I can barely
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| Face my self, no face to lose
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| Call the bosses, call supervisors
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| Won’t be in today to work for you
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| E-mail that girl who’s working nights
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| She can dress down for this wind and rain
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| Leave her new Korean compact
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| Let some cabbie take the strain
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| Take a shower, take big espresso
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| Take to the hills, and take a view
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| Little black dress stretching over
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| Hard crystal peaks soft valleys too
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| Call the bosses, call for nurses
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| Unfit today to work for you
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| No wet excuses, absent without leave
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| I’ll be her day shift driver, exotic engineer
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| Stormy eyed on the edge of night
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| December, eastern time late afternoon
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| Atlantic city tight behind
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| Trump casino calls pontoon
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| Gristle burger, frazzled fries
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| End this romantic interlude
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| Tomorrow morning’s sweet awakening
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| Could hardly prove to be as rude
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| Make the journey, make amends
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| Work some hasty overtime in lieu
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| No wet excuses, absent without leave
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| I was her day shift driver, exotic engineer |