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It`s Friday and late after hours, And still I haven`t a date. Waiting by the moon, Sipping Whiskey sours. I`ll think I`ll wait here `till noon. It really could be days, `Til I find some flowers, So I`ll send you a bouquet.
Chorus 1: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below, And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a grain, In my champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air.
So they say, it`s closing time again, Funny how time passes, Through a bottle of Champagne. The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses, And people laughing in my ear. You`ve taken far too much, since you left for Paris, You`ve got that magic touch.
Chorus 2: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below, And the people rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a grain, In my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. See those people in a rush, But you`ve got that magic touch. (Repeat twice)
Repeat Chorus 1 `til fade.
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