The empire state building was built on a fog patch.
A well-dressed confidence man sold them the lot.
Your standards are as low as a New York subway,
The man in the fright wig said.
Just a little place I can call home and tell the wife
I won’t be there. Anything goes on a night like this,
And everything goes away, said Kid Mystic in short pants.
I’m a stranger around here and I’d like to stay that way.
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