I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
To send a little money home
From here to the moon
Is risin' like a discotheque
And now my bags are down and packed for traveling
Lookin' at happiness
Keepin' my flavor fresh
Nobody knows I guess
How far I'll go, I know
So I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock
Meet in a parkin' lot
Harriet Hendershot
Sunglasses on, she waits by this
Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home.
Skin, that covers me from head to toe
Except a couple tiny holes and openings
Where, the city's blowin' in and out
This is what it's all about, delightfully
Everything's possible
When you're an animal
Not inconceivable
How things can change, I know
So I'm puttin' on aftershave
Nothin' is out of place
Gonna be on my way
Try to pretend, it's not only
Glass and concrete and stone
That it's just, not a home.
And it's glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Let my body and soul be my guide
Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn To send a little money home From here to the moon Is risin' like a discotheque And now my bags are down and packed for traveling Lookin' at happiness Keepin' my flavor fresh Nobody knows I guess How far I'll go, I know So I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock Meet in a parkin' lot Harriet Hendershot Sunglasses on, she waits by this Glass and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home. Skin, that covers me from head to toe Except a couple tiny holes and openings Where, the city's blowin' in and out This is what it's all about, delightfully Everything's possible When you're an animal Not inconceivable How things can change, I know So I'm puttin' on aftershave Nothin' is out of place Gonna be on my way Try to pretend, it's not only Glass and concrete and stone That it's just, not a home. And it's glass and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home And my head is fifty feet high Let my body and soul be my guide Explain Request ×
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