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Honey, I'm illogical,
Hardly pedagogical,
Every pundit's callin':
"that ain't the world, ain't the way of the world and
Clicking your heels with fierce zealousness couldn't get you across town on the crosstown bus!"
Oh, what's a girl like me to do
with a punctual person like you?
I'm late again,
missed the morning robin cuz I'm
late again.
Some regime has fallen while I
slept through the alarm
in the charming arms of idleness.
Late again,
I'll be there in twenty minutes--
in a cab.
Lets just make it forty,
in it's prime is autumn's grandeur.
Lets detour through the park,
I'm late already.
It's my fate again--
I'm so far behind you with my
blue, bittersweet melody.
Oh, wait, but then--
seems I've found a way out.
Ah, but then, all the girls
sound like Billie Holiday, now.
I'm late again,
late again,
again.
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