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Well rock me shiftin’ down streets long gone,
We wore Frye boots and beards and tossed cigarettes
Like flame throwers lighting paths in the night
Not caring nothing for the powers that be
Well she came striding proud sleek like Secretariat
Her hips shape shifting dreams by the dozens while
Harry shined his Nova and the 66th Street rhythms
Swirled with tongues dancing in the corner darkness
Well rock me tender as the night gets deep
And the kids go home where family lives
With dinners on and me now striding solo
Casting flame throwers in the night
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