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expresso bongo snaps of romein the latin quarter of the ideal homefucks all day and sleeps alonejust a tiger rug and a telephonesays a post war glamour girl's never alone. in the seventh heaven on the thirteenth floorsweethearts' counterparts kisslimbo dancers under the doorwhere human dynamoes pissadults only over her pubesdebutantes they give her dubesbeatniks visit with saxaphonesand the way she eats her tobleronesays a post war glamour girl is never alone. mau mau lovers come and godreamboats leave her behinda baby-doll to go man goon the slopes of the adult minda murder mystery walk-on parta dead body or a gangland tartnear the knuckle close to homecriminal connections you can't condonea non-doctor's anonymous dronesays a post war glamour girl's never alone. Songtextethe section of the populacethey call the clientelethe moguls of metropolisdefenestrate themselvesin the clothes of a rabbityou develop a twitchone of the little sisters of the richamorous cameras clamour and clickher rosary beads are really bonesrebel rebel they bug your phonethe post war glamour girl's never alone. yes there's always a method actor hanging aboutthere goes mr tic-tac out of the backwith some bric-a-brac from the knick-knack rackthe dumb waiter reminds you of homeand the nice boy from sierra leonethe action painter's got up and gonenevertheless it's never been knownfor a post war glamour girl ever to bewhat you would callirrevocablyalone. Aus Songtexte Mania