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The bank doors are open
When you don’t need a dime;
And a host of gentleman caller’s
Offer a glass of wine.
You are the opening act
And the theatre is packed.
But to your demise,
Should a circumstance arise,
You’ll hear the audience say,
“Get out of the way!”
As they race toward the exit.
Did someone just yell, “FIRE!”?
Must have;
‘Cause it’s on the evening news wire
Being broadcast around the world.
And girl,
Do you think your man is at your side?
He was the first one out the door!
He didn’t want to get trampled to the floor.
You thought he had the word “man” defined,
But when push came to shove,
He flew out like a dove.
And it didn’t show
What he claimed to know.
You’re dead broke,
Standing there looking like a joke.
Better start reciting your monologue,
‘Cause there sure ain’t gonna be no dialogue.