It didn't feel like Sunday

Didn't feel like June

When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room

That over looked the marquee

Of the Plaza all-adult

And he was not lookin' for romance

Just someone he could trust

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And it wasn't no way to carry on

It wasn't no way to live

But he could put up with it for a little while

He was workin' on something big

Speedball rang the night clerk

Said, "Send me up a drink"

The night clerk said "It's Sunday man, ...wait a minute

Let me think

There's a little place outside of town that might

Still have some wine"

Speedball said, "Forget it, can I have an outside line?

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It was Monday when the daymaids

Found the still made bed

All except the pillows that lay stacked

Up at the head

And one said, "I know I've seen his face

I wonder how he is?

The other said, "Probably just another clown

Workin' on something big"