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We walked out of the nightclub, two deer right on the street I moved like the black man I'd seen on the big screen Collar stiff, I moved slow like the black man Through the park We were strangers to the kids who think they live in New York In a downtown park A danger to ourselves stumbling around in the dark I'm in a college town Polyester brown âStone Killer' wide tie It's all in the hips and the short stride Back at the terra cotta hotel motel A fistfight by the pool I've got my shirt off in the window She's got hers off too My wife's on the phone, I call her when the trouble breaks Letras de cancionesTelevision's on, watching news about the murder rate Looking through the blinds at the teen- aged girls and wondering... Telling everybody I know that I'm not coming home I'm in a college town Polyester brown âStone Killer' wide tie It's all in the hips and the short stride From Letras Mania