Finders keepers losers weep
Down on 42nd Street
Bare-foot children cryin’my-oh-my
I watched you on the avenue
While other men were having you
I think that you should let your caged bird fly
And kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye, yeah
Kiss vour past good-bye
I’ve been so lost I must confess
I’ve had my share of loneliness
But yeah it’s hard to keep a good man down
The loves you lost were all in vain
The past lives on inside your brain
I don’t think you need those memories
Hangin round, yeah
Good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
You’ve gotta let it fly
Kiss your past good-bye, yeah
And if that bird don’t fly away
There’s just one thing I got to say
It’s later than a deuce of ticks
Your broken heart, it needs a fix
You’re feedin’ off a high that would not last
And people they don’t seem to care
And sorry just don’t cut it, yeah
It seems to me you’re gettin’ nowhere fast
Kiss … your … past
Or kiss your ass good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Or kiss your ass good-bye
Yeah
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