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The one-month marathon is ending on SundayAnd for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at allFor my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at allCan I play in your closet?Can I poke around your drawer?Can I see through your mirror?Can I come in your store, baby?Bolts of lightning came from 38th StreetIn raw silk and woolHe carried it over his shoulder down 7th AvenueShe said, "I'm gonna wrap the night around your neckSlice off your head, DaddyI wish it was just the three of us againI wish it was just you, me and her"Can I play in your closet?Can I poke around your drawer?Can I see through your mirror?Can I come in your store, baby?We cut holes off our armsAnd he wrapped it around LizaIt was a nice long dress, but it was too hot to keep onSo made a necklace out of rope and a piece of a tin canLetras de cancionesHe's on an old brick expeditionLet's study the ruins, babyLet's study the stone masonry, ladyLet's come back with a handpainted tile from the 19th centuryBut I need my new phone to show me the wayCan I play in your closet?Can I poke around your drawer?Can I see through your mirror?Can I come in your store, baby?The one-month marathon is ending on SundayAnd for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at allFor my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at allCan I play in your closet?Can I poke around your drawer?Can I see through your mirror?Can I come in your store, baby? From Letras Mania