Are you feelin' the same way
Thinkin' 'bout me everyday?
Do you
Sitting up here in this New York townhouse
Decorated in grays
Every day... I tell myself, it's temporary
That it's only 'cause
Steppin' out steppin' high, step on back check my stride
I'm
Ah, my daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar
I never intended to even know your name
Except for the
I've seen men look at before
And they think, I don't
Today, I heard the awful news
Someone told the gospel truth
Said,
You'd never know by looking
We were ever more than strangers
But,
I can almost see me now
In Acapulco
I can almost feel
The band just stopped playing
They're sweeping the floor
The bartender's asking
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