Ballantines - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Aimee Mann & Sean Hayes]

It must be hard ringin' the bells

Of doors that don't swing wide anymore

It must be hard hearin' the sound

Of voices just inside of the door

[Chorus: Aimee Mann & Sean Hayes]

And men who couldn't hold your coat

Once hung on every anecdote

So it must be hard watching the fellas gloat

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[Verse 2: Sean Hayes & Aimee Mann]

It must be hard seeing the same old crowd

Just pass you by in the street

It must be tough knowing your stuff

Could only horrify the elite

You'd cut off everyone you know

Boy you'd told `em all where to go

Now it must be hard getting the same heave-ho

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Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington, Kentucky

Once sprung for every drink you downed

But things the way they are, it's not that kind of party

If what you've got just might be going around

[Verse 3: Aimee Mann & Sean Hayes, Both]

And fat cats won't be getting thin

Seeing the kind of jam you're in

But will the angels dance on the head of another pin?

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