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Dedication
Contents
Cast of Characters
New York
I can’t explain all the feelings that you’re making me feel
You can’t stop what you can’t end
Coming out of my cage and now I’m doing just fine
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin
I know I should stick up for myself but I really think it’s better this way
The bellhop’s tears keep flowing
Happy birthday, Mr. President
The music that they constantly play says nothing to me about my life
I’m worse at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed
We all got in tune when the dressing room got hazy
The streets aren’t for dreaming now
Change my pitch up
This is the kind of place where no one cares what you’re living for
Empty barrels make the most noise
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Ask me I won’t say no, how could I?
I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
Whatever happened to the Transylvania Twist?
Watch your heart when we’re together
We’re the dreams you’ll believe in
All the smart boys know why
Life is a mystery
Following the girl I didn’t even want around
Take a look around, see which way the wind blows
Hope you guess my name
There may be some things that I wouldn’t miss
I was so hard pressed, I called the woman that I love best
He walks away, the sun goes down
Is it in his eyes?
No man in the world cuts straighter or greater than New York’s number 1 cut creator
Someday, girl—I don’t know when—we’re gonna get to that place where we really wanna go
The screen door slams
Little girl, I don’t care no more; I know this for sure
Hanging on the telephone
LA Woman’s on the avenue
Don’t show your face in broad daylight
We’re born only to fade away
Whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down
If this is it, please let me know
Get me to the airport; put me on a plane
Miami
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
This time around for me baby, actions speak louder than words
Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick
Go Shorty. It’s your birthday.
Los Angeles
Pedal to the floor, thinkin’ of the roar, gotta get us to the show
Ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone
We can’t rewind, we’ve gone too far
In my mind I’ve started to see things clearer
I want to tell you something you’ve known all along
New York
They’ll hurt me bad, but I won’t mind
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Praise for Rivington Was Ours
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
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