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There's a Marlboro Man with horn-rimmed glasses Holding up the end of the bar Yeah, he's rubbin' his neck, drink in his hand, ignoring the band I've seen him in this place before She's a fake I.D. with dirty blonde hair Sippin' on a Moscow Mule Aah, shirt too low, skirt too high, catchin' the eye Of every Hefner in the room And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here Just as lonely? Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time On a Tuesday? There's a cellphone man with his tie on the table Nothin' in his glass but the rocks Yeah he's watchin' the door, checkin' the time, checkin' the town You can almost hear his heart .. tick-tock Then the door flies open and the breeze blows and then I can see her Wedding ring, you know that it ain't his And her lipstick is guilty red, he pulls her close and they start to dance They fit right in And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here Letras de cancionesJust as lonely? Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time On a Tuesday? Maybe it's just me or is everybody in here Just as lonely? Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closing time On a Tuesday? Heyyyyyyyy Then the Marlboro man with horn-rimmed glasses Disappears with the dirty blonde hair And the bartender stacks the chairs And we all goooooo home From Letras Mania