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Текст песни mott the hoople - Alice

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Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze,As the wind died away she sank way below her knees,And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky,She must have been at least a fathom high.She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street,with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet,and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing luck,as she climed into his truck to make a buck.Oh my god, she`s running round the trees,Said she couldn`t touch them because they`re so real.Alice you remind me of Manhattan,The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in,Oh, I got my eyes on you.Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch,cause if you ain`t too careful he`s gonna kick you in the crotch,and you`re out in the cold and you know that you`ve been rolled,and the cops don`t even stop and you feel old.See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long,now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long,but make it quick if you could, she`s gonna star in Hollywood,the producer seems to think, she`s kinda good.Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence,laughing at the lights of New York City.Alice you remind of Manhattan,the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in.Oh, just come over.ROLL UPSee Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards,ain`t no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse,and it`s a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay,or is it really just a couple of blocks away.Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wondersabout the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under?She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions,see Alice is always based on split decisions.Me and my stupidity sittin` on a fenceand digging what I thought was New York City.Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan,the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins,like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in,Oh, I like youYeah Alice, the lights were meant for you,your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue,you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose,Oh, I know it.Oh Alice, don`t stop and think a minuteor your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it,and you`re a shooting star and you`ll die if you don`t win it.YeahYou didn`t make the book

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