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with new york under my fingernails

i lay my head down to rest

surely not to sleep

i lie and i think

about a wonderful day

the sounds, the smells

warm vanilla-- from who knows where

electricity from everywhere

stunning performances

'you did?!'

broadway barks

i'm one of the hollywood blondes

i spent 20 dollars

here's your keychain

bags under your eyes

but oh you're gorgeous

shall i say it?

no, no, you know.

sing it again

bow for us

encore, encore

we'll clap you off the stage, dammit

no one heard your first line



with new york under my fingernails

i try to take a breath

absorb it all

underneath it all

it's magic

and knowing no one,

all is familiar

ask a question

you'll find an answer

there's something in the speed of this line...

these people love what they do

sorry, you're in the orchestra

rows of applause



with new york under my fingernails

there are traces of oil too

italian pizzas

mirrors and red neons

(where neons glow)

theatre circles with no end

and no gypsy books either...

frame the art

iron your shirt

look out connecticut

here comes monday