I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
Theres a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
An she smiles when she tells me
Theres no room for me here
Theyve got it in the city
Theyve got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
Its all so wishy-washy
Its all so wishy-washy
I got another place
This time with a fireplace
An a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said its good for me now
But Im not being fed
I said its good for me now
But Im not being fed
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