Maybe someone s going to save meMy heart is made of gravyAnd the laps I swimFrom lunatics don t countOpen up your stockingsPull out the things you never wantedFrom room service callsRoom service callsOpen up your handsAnd let me see the things you keep in thereI don t want to split up fifty/fiftyThat s the way we do it in this rose townI ve got all the glory in the worldI hope it doesn t floor you before you goRoom service callsIn the random fallsGo!WheneverWhenever I feel fineI m going to walk away from all this all thatGroovy groovy kitty you little little pityWith your slip shag watching backYou skinny skinny people don t like thatWhen you con themSpell meSpritzer on ice in New York CityIsn t it a pityYou never had anything to mix with thatListen to the tenderBehind the open chest in the hallRoom service callsI m blue green and cream and blueWhenever I feel fineI ll walk the plank for youIn the dark of the capi-federalJacobJacob Javits I d like to thank you for everythingPrimarily your glass houseLevisGuessDistorted ghostsOnetwothreefourWhoahhh ohh ohhWhoahhh ohh ohh

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