| Band, The
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| Miscellaneous
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| Take Your Partner By The Hand
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| She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet
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| Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end
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| There under a small blue light
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| She enters an unmarked doorway
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| (a low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night)
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| This is a place she goes to fulfill a very basic need
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| Something people have been doing since the dawn of man
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| To communicate without talking
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| If she needs something
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| She makes a gesture with her hand
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| And mouths what she wants
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| She wants to make a connection
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| A certain kind of connection
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| No this is not about something from the black market
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| This is about no questions
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| This is about smoke and sweat and beats
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| This is about no message
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| Take your partner by the hand
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| He’s a woman, she’s a man
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| What’s so hard to understand
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| Take your partner by the hand
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| Mona in the promised land
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| Take your partner by the hand
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| Keep it simple if you can
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| Take your partner by the hand
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| At the club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures
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| Flashbulbs popping
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| Like bees around their queen
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| She is completely indifferent to all the commotion
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| And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language
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| She’s approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love
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| I like her easy refusal, the way she shakes her head
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| She lives these days in the attic of an old dance hall
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| That’s been shut down for years
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| And swears there’s times when she can hear feet shuffling below
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| And can see the shadows swaying, moving to the music
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| Chorus (first half)
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| Elevator going up
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| Fifth floor
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| Lady’s handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronics
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| Wait a minute, where am i, on this elevator to nowhere
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| Going up, going down
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| Then like a hallucination
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| I saw her out of the corner of my eye
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| Studying some shoes very carefully
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| She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind
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| Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared
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| Back into the slash and burn of new york
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| Ah, stuck in traffic
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| Crosstown, the stress of not moving
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| She described it as like being locked in a car
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| With a madman behind the wheel
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| And the radio tuned to static |