Oh Miami, I’m a soft tongue tied to you
Salt water, high with two ice cubes.
Boy, I was a looker!
I was a teenaged bride
But nobody’s trophy.
Oh Miami, I’m a fox coat winter too
Kingston Pen drive, what’s a good Jewish girl to do?
Maybe it was October
I had to fight for my life
And sell women’s clothing.
It’s not like I lied…
We had some good times, baby.
Maybe one too many,
Maybe I should have said something to stop them
But a woman didn’t do that in those days,
Not in those days.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
I had to hold on to the feeling.
I had to let it go.
Miami, I ring a sunset bell for you
For all the birds who caught a flight to catch a view.
Now my men are in heaven
I set my hair for the night
And call my sister in the morning.
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