Any Kind Of Pain

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Broadway The Hard Way, ladies and gentlemen!
Broadway The Hard Way!

You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On Madison Ave.

They were specific
They made you terrific
Red lips
Blue eyes
Blonde hair
Un-wise
You're All-American,
And, darling, they said so

You'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, baby?
You'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, baby?
Since you haven't got a brain,
Let me just explain,
Any kind of pain
Is never a maybe

What?

Her head's full of bubbles
Her nose is petite
She looks like she never
Gets nothin' to eat

She dines with actors,
'N Wall Street characters:
Dull talk
Nice clothes
See her
She blows
She's so important
'Cause he gets to do talk shows

She'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't she, Bobby?
(Yes she would)
She'd take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't she, Bobby?
(Oooooooo)
Since she hasn't got a name
Let me just explain
Any kind of pain
Is prob'ly her hobby

No . . . ow-ow-ow-oh . . . no . . .

She has moved up now
She's come a long way
They give her bunches
Of words she can say

When she's in a bold mood
Confinement loaf sounds good
That's right
She's wrong
Let's end
Her song

It seems she's everywhere, we just can't escape her
Is this a miracle of pure evolution?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her
She brings the bus ride to a thrilling conclusion

Yes she's every bit as tame as me,
Isn't she tender
Yes she's every bit as lame as me,
Let us remember
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her

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