Nothing Is Real But The Girl - Blondie
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice
It seems like
Jet planes
Sit on runways
Under clear blue skies
Who needs it
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but me
Money
Goes to money
In a figure eight
Around me
Money
Where will love be
If you liquidate
You're drowning
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but me
Now done is done
You have to face the horrible days
You were the one
Running sevens
Then luck was gone
The magic man without his wand
Praying for a seven or eleven
Wind down
Put your mind down
Like you're missing school
I'll teach you to
Find out
While you're dying in your living room
How much you need me
Nothing is real but the girl
Only my eyes are solid
Nothing is real but me
Nothing is real but the girl
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