© Steven A. Iannetti
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Some women, Buck Rogers and a bowl of soup.
Is all I remember from yesterday.
A little grey man in his birthday suit,
Was determined to have his own way.
Now I'm walking with an angel through a house of mirrors,
I'm hanging' with the wrong crowd. Can't get any clearer.
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Now I'm walking with an angel through a house of mirrors,
I'm hangin' with the wrong crowd. Can't get any clearer.
Some girlfriends, some people, Sombreros.
The Girl in the hat is clearly a fake.
An Egyptian waiter is playing the piano,
but that ain't my name on the birthday cake.
I'm walking with an angel through a house of mirrors,
I'm hangin' with the wrong crowd. Can't get any clearer.
I"m hanging with the wrong crowd now.
© Steven A. Iannetti (ASCAP)
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