People of Billy Joel

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We had the Midas touch / Until we met [them] / And they exhausted our supplies
Remember [them] / They left their childhood on every acre
[They] were still going steady in the summer of '75 / When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July
They sent a carrier out from Norfolk / To pick [them] up for free
[She] is practicing politics / As the businessmen slowly get stoned
[He] will get you high tonight / And take you to your special island
Save a place for me / ... / Turn your transistor on and let the music play
I was your lover but I though I was your friend / I loved you but I thought I was your friend
Never sang on stages / Needs no orchestration / Melody comes easy
She's been living in her white bread world / As long as anyone with hot blood can
He never had a sweetheart and he never had a home / But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name
He was working in a night club / That's where he played the saxophone
I thought I was the Duke of Earl / When I made it with [her] in the Chevrolet
He knows he's such a credit to the game / But the Yankees grab the headlines every time
He says, ''Son, can you play me a melody? / I'm not really sure how it goes''
Of all the people in the world that I know / You're the best place to go / When I cry, when I cry
[He] works in a grocery store / Saving his pennies for someday
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You had the Dom Perignon in your hand and the spoon up your nose
[He's] still in the Navy / And probably will be for life
Now you're in trouble, maybe she's an intellectual / ... / Or maybe she's the quiet type who's into heavy metal
They're sharing a drink they call loneliness / But it's better than drinking alone
[He] is a friend of mine / we get some money and we buy cheap wine
You got a nice white dress and a party on your Confirmation
[She] left a note on the door / She said, ''Sonny, move out to the country''
I cruise from Houston to Canal Street / A misfit and a rebel
I'd like to spend a day or two / But I can't stay that long
[He] is a real estate novelist / Who never had time for a wife
So if you see [her] / And if you work with the rod and the reel
Her eyes are saying, ''Talk to me, talk to me'' / But her attitude is ''Don't waste my time''
You ought to know by now / You can pay [him] with the overtime
When I pressed her for a reason, she refused to even answer / It was then I felt [him] kick me right between the eyes
I'm her machine / She can punch all the keys / She can push any button / I was programmed through
She's waiting out in Shantytown / She's gonna pull the curtains down for me…
[He] was born in the spring of '44 / And never saw his father anymore
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He's quick with a joke / Or to light up your smoke / But there's someplace that he'd rather be
She didn't need another lover / All she wanted was the sax
[They] all come from somewhere / It's so familiar, their foreign faces
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday / And [he] gives me a smile
They sit at the bar and put bread in [his] jar / And say, ''Man, what are you doing here?''
[He's] driving through the city tonight / Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car
His honor is pure and his courage as well / He's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell
[He] dances and the audience applauds / Though he's bathed in sweat he hasn't lost his style
We wore matador boots / Only [they] had them / With the Cuban heel
You say you know me / But I see only what you're paid to show me
There's nothing else I can do / 'Cause I'm doing it all for [her]
Will you ever change? / When will you write your masterpiece?
And if he can't drive with a broken back / At least he can polish the fenders
When she smiles she gives everything to me / When she's all alone she cries
[He's] taking care of things for a while / And his style is so right for troubadors

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