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Maybe Im Lost
Watch while my mind starts to go
Maybe I dribble, a little
Maybe Im Lost
I only put up a front
Losing the feel for the hunt
Address me as mother Theresa
People all tell me to go, to go, to give them a break
Maybe its time to relax
Sell insurance and pack up your sax
Bye a chateaux or shift to the Bronx
Maybe their right
They say I should vote
Take a train on the fifth of July
I pack some apples and some eau de cologne
Hey maybe Ill try
Ill try and try and blow all the bread
Id be staring at tug boats in June
What is the name of this tune?
Turning tricks on the boat to Calais
Id be queen for a day
Then Id settle for luck
Daily double and old aqueduct
Ill fill my pockets with shekels and juice
Put my winnings to use and go and go and blow all my bread
(Whats my name)
(Where am I)