Steel And Glass - John Lennon 

    (This is a story about your friend and mine
    Who is it, who is it, who is it?)

    There you stand with your L.A. tan
    And your New York walk and your New York talk
    You're mother left you when you were small
    But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all

    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass

    Your phone don't ring no one answers your call
    How does it feel to be off the wall

    Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies
    But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied
    Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
    You leave your smell like an alley cat

    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass
    Steel and glass

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