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Out of fashion, out-dated there's no help for it, so let me be unattractive, rejected because I show myself so conspicuously and attract attention needlessly That's how I'm seen. I am seen and the whispering amuses me although nobody talks to me And you let me wait again until the reception calls that you are there So I just sit here looking out the window I am used to it, there is nothing to see at the back of the hotel and it is getting dark You always were impatient My make-up took too long for you and you sat angry in the car but if I behaved exactly the way you had conceived you could really be sweet
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Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 3:38 AM UTC
Until the reception calls
Out of fashion, out-dated there's no help for it, so let me be unattractive, rejected because I show myself so conspicuously and attract attention needlessly That's how I'm seen. I am seen and the whispering amuses me although nobody talks to me And you let me wait again until the reception calls that you are there So I just sit here looking out the window I am used to it, there is nothing to see at the back of the hotel and it is getting dark You always were impatient My make-up took too long for you and you sat angry in the car but if I behaved exactly the way you had conceived you could really be sweet
"Hotel Window" (1956, Edward Hopper) Collection "NightWatch"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 3:38 AM UTC
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