Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning
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And Dollars to Deutchmarks, and pennies from heaven
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And up on the catwalk, there’s one hundred million
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With letters from thousands that say ``Just who are you?''
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There’s one thousand names that can spring up in my mind
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But you’d call it blackmail and that’s just not my kind
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And up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk
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And I don’t know why
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I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
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I will be there, I will be there
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Up on the catwalk there’s street politicians
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That crawl in from Broadway, say then who are you
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And up on the catwalk there’s one thousand postcards
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From Montevideo, say that I’ll be home soon
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Get out of Bombay and go up to Brixton And look around, to see just what is missing
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And up on the catwalk, girls call for mother And dream of their boyfriends
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And I don’t know why
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I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
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I will be there, I will be there
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Tonight, under the crystal light, I’ll tell you everything I need
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Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me Up on the catwalk, and you dress in waistcoats
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And got brilliantino, and friends of Kim Philby
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You float through the night time, like manna from heaven
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But what, what do I know, and just what do I know
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And up on the catwalk, in sweat that glistens
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And I don’t know why and I don’t know why
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I don’t know why
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I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
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I will be there, I will be there
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Tonight, under the crystal light, I’ll tell you everything I need
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Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me Angel Angel Angel Angel
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Ah huh Ah huh Ah huh Ah huh
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One thousand names that spring up in my mind
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One thousand names that spring up in my mind
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Like Deodata, Michaelangelo, Robert de Niro, so many others
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Natasia Kinski and Martin Luther — there’s room for others, away from me Up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk
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I don’t know why. |