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You make me feel the way Bob Dylan must have felt after he first met JoanCompletely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much aloneI'm not saying that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, noJust that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first met JoanYou make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian daysAnd his Great Expectations didn't come out to much, but it's only a book anywayAnd I'm not saying you're a cold heartless bitch who was raised just to lead men astrayJust that you make me feel like Pip longing for Estella back in the Victorian daysYou make me feel like Rudolpho in the garret, running into Mimi that nightWith her tiny hand frozen, but beautiful still, looking for a candlelightAt the end of the opera, she's dead of consumption, but you're pretty healthy, right?You make me feel like Rudolpho in the garret, running into Mimi that nightPagliacci went out stabbing Love left the Great Gatsby deadDon Quixote only had it easy becauseDulcinea was all in his headYou make me feel the way Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed JoanCompletely disregarding how the story ended up with both of them pretty much aloneI don't wish to imply that I'm riding your coattails to fame and glory, noJust that you make me feel like Bob Dylan must have felt after he first kissed Joan La commedia e finita! From Letras Mania