He was reading Playboy he was thinking that today boy he would try to change his pattern, step up on the ladder of success maybe buy some new clothes.

She was in a hotel lobby, making money was no hobby, waiting for her sugar daddy, she would try to make him happy (heaven knows, she could use new clothes...)

Subways full of loners, with their guitars and their Hohner singing songs of pacification till the police kick 'em out of the metro station for disturbing the peace.

I was sleeping in a hotel had a dream about a motel I was somewhere in the heartland gonna make a brand new start man all I need is a Mustang coupe.

And there were winners, losers, beggars dying to be choosers
I can't stop it but give me strength I'll try to rock it

Looking in the mirror everything was so much clearer, his hairline was receding but tonight he'd be eating fine food and drinking fine wine

He had a slight hangover when she arrived it was over - he opened the window a crack and he told her of his father's heart attack (still brought a tear to his eye).

But as he talked she said you lost me could you order me some coffee - I'm confused about your marriage about your wife and the baby carriage, he said that's the way things go.

And the taxis were lined up the guest lists were signed up with the promise of the evening her perfume so teasing and strong and she felt nothing at all.

And there were winners, losers, beggars dying to be choosers
I can't stop it but give me strength I'll try to rock it

Later in the deli she said don't you dare sell me shorter than you I'm only making ends meet all the time, he said I know what you mean.

She said why don't you play your guitar - He said my place ain't far we can discuss politics but all they heard was the was the way the clock would tick, (the way time stood still)

Have you ever been to Venice you know I could take us, I need to get away I need ... and then she started to cry he said you don't need to say nothing

And the gondolas they were lined up the grand canal was shined up. They were sipping cappuccino and the pigeons flew in harmony and he smiled he said, "Now this, this is something"

And there were winners, losers, beggars dying to be choosers
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