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Tuesday, November 11, 2008 - ore 17:45 Angel Town (Peter Cincotti) Mazy checks her cell phone For the 32nd time Slips into her Jimmy Choo’s Perfect pink three-quarter skirt And lilac leather purse She’s a page from W She grabs the only coat she owns Sprays the room with French cologne Just in case she don’t come home alone Well she’s on stage tonight in Angel Town Where how you look’s what matters Things are looking up so don’t look down And she should go home but she never will She’ll ride her broken wings until She flies so high She shatters She loves this town Fat boy Roy’s a would be king With offices at Fox He’s sipping on his Veuve Cliquot Sending drinks To movie stars and hoping that his date He’s hoping that she Likes the fat boy dinner show He gives the maître d’ a nod They bring his food like he was god But Roy just sits there knowing he’s a fraud Well he’s on stage tonight in Angel Town Where how you looks’ what matters Things are looking up so don’t look down And he should go home but he never will He’ll ride his broken wings until He flies so high He shatters I love this town We’re driving down from Heaven’s Gate And winding through the hills Just can’t wait to hit the streets Tattooed Venus waits for us With all her neon thrills And many more delicious treats Well Norma Jean I think I see How you lost yourself in fantasy Just like Mazy, Fat Boy Roy and Me We’re on stage tonight in Angel Town Where how you look’s what matters Things are looking up so don’t look down We should go home but we never will We’ll ride our broken wings until We fly so high We shatter I love this town I love this town I love this town I love this town I love this town I love this town COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) PERMALINK |
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