I turn down the covers and I smooth the satin sheets
Pretending I don't do that for every man I meet
And then I let my hair hand down and make myself smell pretty
With that special kind of perfume
That comes straight from New York City
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On the corner of Elm in the south side of town
Take the second right past Shelby's Hardware Store
There's a little white house where the curtains are drawn
And a dim red light on the back porch door
The streetlight on the corner shining circles on the floor
The music from the Hi-Fi slowly drifting through the door
Softly then I'll smile at you and take you by the hand
For a while I'll make you know how good it is to be a man
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Now we lie here in the darkness and we share a cigarette
Till it's time to turn and softly say goodnight with no regret
I know there's people in this world, who'd say "It just ain't right"
But there's no man who ever lived you'd trade places with tonight
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