Live It Up in Blondie

Your old lover's lying in the gutter.
He used to be such an all night strutter.
"Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter, "Oh, my dear, it seems toflutter."
It's so hard to say, "No," when the deck is stacked to only goslow.
It's easy sweet to live it up.
An easy street when you've had enough.
Darkened night, splashing light, soft and white and so polite.
Let him in, beneath the rim, beneath the skin, your next ofkin.
Cleansing fire, funeral pyre, broken wire grown inside her.
Secret hush, swollen rush, it's soft and plush.
It's so plush.
You know it's so passe to sleep without you every day.
So easy to do your stuff, so easy to live it up.

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