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She calls ahead to the front desk at night
unaware the bellman's long since gone
Hanging up the phone she switches
off the light
Heaven help them both if she's guessed wrong
Alright,
as darkness starts to fall
she wets her hair and dyes it Hitchcock blonde
He pours
another Chelsea and watches the time
knowing full well their scene is done
Totally devoted and ignored, she plays it fine
but he can see it's clear her role has run
Alright,
he's ripe to move along
and shape himself another Hitchcock blonde
But something
lurks within her
fragrance and her smile
She's no idiot and she's known it for awhile
Alright,
she slips the gun out of sight
and tell sherself she's no one's Hitchcock blonde
(P. Melancon)
©2002 UbikMusik, BMI
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