Leon Rosselson 1970-72
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The man who puffs the big cigar Turns all he touches into stone
The cash flows in from near and far When he picks up the telephone
The value of his property increases daily No one knows
How much he owns and still he schemes The more he buys the more it seems
There is no limit to his dreams And as the market booms His empire grows
Susie: A stripper in a Soho Club She works long hours but not for love
And when men she her body they go crazy
But she just smiles in her heart And keeps herself a soul apart
In her room at night she dreams alone
For Susie loves the man who flies the high trapeze
He’s flying now a thousand miles away
But she knows one day she’ll meet him as she always used to do
By the statue of Eros On a bright summers day
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And Eros too belongs to him And all the land from miles around
He buys the men who clear the way Who draw the plans to make it pay
He has no time for yesterday His deals are shrewd and his invesments sound
Susie: The men who view her want her for themselves But Susie just ignores
Their looks She knows they can not buy this lady
She walks the world in a see-through dress Self contained self possessed
And in her heart a secret that is hers
A message from the man who flies the high trapeze
A message from a thousand miles away
Telling her to meet him as she always used to do
By the statue of Eros On mid summers day
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Now all round’ Eros towers rise And concrete slabs that black the sun
And carefully he calculates The profit he expects to make
From each square foot of his estate That’s a bumper crop when all is said and done
Susie: Why are you looking so afraid You know he’ll keep the vow he made
The time has come and gone It won’t be easy
To find him in this concrete maze Walls and railings bar the way
As if she’s lost in space she wanders on
Looking for the man who flies the high trapeze
But he could be a thousand miles away
And cut off by the traffic in the distance out of reach
The statue of Eros And its mid summers day
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His country mansion tutor style Has priceless pictures on the walls
And he picks up the phone And starts to turn the wheels A scheme to market
Instant cures for broken hearts That could yield handsome dividends for all