Tom: G
Introdução: G
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In New York city just walking the street
G
Ran out of money had nothing to eat
C
I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
D
Where you can check in if you're well to do well...
G D
The first of July and a hundred and four
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I stopped at the Plaza's front revolving door
C
I stepped in the door and went around for a ride
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Treatin' myself to the cool air inside
G D
Then I found myself in a chandeliered room
G
Where people were dining and I hid in the gloom
C
My hunger pains hurt 'til I thought I would break
D G
When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake
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Oh that strawberry cake
C G
Oh that strawberry cake
C G
Out in California them berries were grown
C G
And into this city them berries were flown
D G
For making that strawberry cake
G D
Then I thought of Oxnard, just north of LA
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Where I picked strawberries for many a day
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Hard work with no future for the harvest was done
D
And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb
G D
And nobody wanted me here in this town
G
I felt like a stray dog they all kick around
C
Them berries reminded me of my bad breaks
D G
I'm hungry and I want that strawberry cake
G D G
I deserve that strawberry cake
C G
Deserve that strawberry cake
C G
I ran and I grabbed it then out the side door
C G
Into Central Park through the bushes I tore
D G
Holdin' my strawberry cake
G D
I look back behind me and what do I see
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The chef and headwaiter and the maître d
C
I had a nice helpin' of cake as I ran
D
I gobble them berries as fast as I can
G D
They're closin' the gap as I slowed down to eat
G
But the cake brought a new surge of power to my feet
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I hid in the bush when the lead I did take
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And I quietly finished my strawberry cake
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I ate all that strawberry cake
C G
That fine fancy strawberry cake
C G
Someone at the plaza is without dessert
C G
But for the first time in days now my belly don't hurt
D G
I'm full of strawberry cake