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[[George]]<br>
Mademoiselles...<br>
You end me, pal...<br>
Second bottle...<br>
Ah, she looks for me...<br>
Bonnet flapping...<br>
Yapping...<br>
Ruff!...<br>
Chicken...<br>
Pastry...<br>
Yes, she looks for me-good.<br>
Let her look for me to tell me why she left me-<br>
As I always knew she would.<br>
I had thought she understood.<br>
They have never understood,<br>
And no reason that they should.<br>
But if anybody could...<br>
Finishing the hat,<br>
How you have to finish the hat.<br>
How you watch the rest of the world<br>
From a window<br>
While you finish the hat.<br>
<br>
Mapping out a sky.<br>
What you feel like, planning a sky.<br>
What you feel when voices that come<br>
Through the window<br>
Go<br>
Until they distance and die,<br>
Until there's nothing but sky<br>
And how you're always turning back too late<br>
From the grass or the stick<br>
Or the dog or the light,<br>
How the kind of woman willing to wait's<br>
Not the kind that you want to find waiting<br>
To return you to the night,<br>
Dizzy from the height,<br>
Coming from the hat,<br>
Studying the hat,<br>
Entering the world of the hat,<br>
Reaching through the world of the hat<br>
Like a window,<br>
Back to this one from that.<br>
<br>
Studying a face,<br>
Stepping back to look at a face<br>
Leaves a little space in the way like a window,<br>
But to see-<br>
It's the only way to see.<br>
<br>
And when the woman that you wanted goes,<br>
You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give."<br>
But the women who won't wait for you knows<br>
That, however you live,<br>
There's a part of you always standing by,<br>
Mapping out the sky,<br>
Finishing a hat...<br>
Starting on a hat..<br>
Finishing a hat...<br>
Look, I made a hat...<br>
Where there never was a hat<br>
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