She was wearing your pajamas
And she wore your watch on her wrist
And she put a little perfume
You could be the proud inventor
of the world's first kiss -proof lipstick
You could follow her forever
but she's never gonna come back home
From New York to Palm Beach by train
He must have been an artist,
cause he died without a penny to his name
Watched you from far away
with each tiny step as you come closer
I told myself that we're in love
But each morning the shaving mirror
Tells me that it couldn't be
If I could be fast asleep,
I would be slowly awake from the end of an
She was wearing your pyjamas
An d she took your watch off her wrist
She left a little perfume
So you put it in your pocket
And you wore that jacket to bed
You wake up thinking of her
And that's never gonna fade away
she sits in the director's chair
From New York to Palm Beach by train
He must have been an artist
He died without a penny to his name
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