She Gets The Feeling
Take a look around, baby tell me what you see
'Cause what you see is what you found, what you found is what you need
Life is hard, there's a feeling on the Boulevard
Everybody's got to play a final card, a way to go
Do the deed throw the punches like Apollo Creed
'Cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed I know

Well, the words of the prophets are no longer written on the Subway walls
One of them lost his hair, the other publishes poetry here and there and that's all
But, the things you said to me I cannot forget although I try
To ignore the space beside me where we used to love and you would lie

She gets the feeling, she gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view.
As I was walking out the door she said see
You don't want to go around the world with me

The San Francisco blues it was a piece of news to me
It was a little blue book and a night time nook'n of my Zen philosophosophy

Late at night a man desires
A woman white, black, tan, but the fires are flamed by the
Names and traces and the places and the faces
And it's all the same in the morning game when

She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
As I was walking out the door she said see
Why don't you want to come around the world with me

Everyday I climb the mountain and
Everyday I drive a car
Every night I turn the lights off
It goes too far

She gets the feeling
She gets the feeling
Up through the ceiling is the only view
She says baby I just can't believe
You don't want to go around the world with me
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