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First I take my fingerAnd put it on your skinMakes a little white markAnd then it turns to red againSo if you're lazy on a SundayAnd you got nothin' to doAnd you want to get a sunburnCome on up to the roofI think your nose is peelin'The sun is hot and clearThe city's fairly steamin'I can taste your skin from hereSo if you're lazy on a SundayAny Tuesday'll doAnd you want to get a SunburnCome on up to the roofSee, I was up here yesterdaySaw some pigeons on a power lineLooked like notes upon a music paperI wrote it downI guess ManhattanGets the last lineSounds like Aus Songtexte Mania