Hang me out to dry
Done this once or twice
Still you make me sigh
Everything's nice

We met at a gallery,
A bar, who knows
All this goes to show
I'm hanging, I'm waiting

You tell me not to call
Then you're sitting at my bar
Open seat next to you
Favorite drink already poured

Hey baby, you say
Come here often?
We laugh, cheek to cheek
Our glasses clink

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