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While the symphony played
I was starting to fade 'Till I woke to a cymbal crash I turned to my right You were gone, that's all right These platonic things are such a burn I walked out on the street While the big city lights Tried to sell me on a way of life I was already living Well, a limousine longer than The Golden Gate Bridge Pulled up along side me at the curb All the glass was blacked out so I knew there was somebody Very important in there Then the door opened up And a blonde in the shadows said, "Get inside." And of course, I got inside Madonna, is that really you? Madonna, what 'cha gonna do? Feelings only you can have Never in the photograph Feelings only you can have Well, she took me back to her penthouse And showed me all of her platinum records And of course there were a lot Then we sat on the sofa And she turned on a classical station But the reception was poor And we sat there and talked And talked a little more And one thing lead to another As they often do in these situations All the stars are shining tonight for me All the stars are shining tonight glory be In the morning She fixed me a continental breakfast And then she said, "Well, goodbye." And I said, "Can I see you again?" And she said, "No." And I said, "Well, goodbye." And I never old anyone about this 'Cause after all It's none of their business what she or I did CHORUS
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