Original lyrics

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One London evening walking on the street near Benjamin Bell When I saw, what a looker, what a natural Oh oh those stilettos, she was perched like a bird on a telephone line And I knew she was waiting for a suit and a tie Excuse me miss, I do not know your name And I'm hangin' on this chandelier of hope That you will love the way my conversation flows Why is your mascara touching the base of your beautiful chin? Did he never show? Did you always know? Can I buy you a drink at the pup down the block? We'll talk on the walk, we'll sit at the bar Taking double shots until we make windows of these walls I do not know your name and I'm hangin' on this chandelier of hope Can I gain your trust by telling you a secret? All my life I believed in magic Never thought it would happen When it comes to contradictions I'm a jack of all trades