[Verse 1: New-wave female lead, cool and clipped on the beat] Level one of the Marquette garage I'm the girl in the glass with the rubber stamp Lawyers in a hurry, nurses off the night Crying people coming from the hospital light Hand me your ticket, I'll hand you a pass Two hours free if you came for the class Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, a thousand a day Everybody leaves and nobody stays [Pre-Chorus: New-wave female lead] Hey, mister, look up Hey, mister, look up [Chorus: New-wave female lead] Validation, validation, slide it under the glass I stamp a thousand tickets so a thousand people pass Everybody gets a little proof that they belong Nobody stamps the girl in the booth all day long [Verse 2: New-wave female lead, the guitars get twitchier] Silver coupe guy says "hurry up, sweetheart" Lady with the poodle says I'm not very smart Kid in a hatchback gives me half a smile Then he's gone up the ramp in a single mile But the gray sedan at a quarter to nine Says "thank you, Dot" like it's printed on a sign Two years of thank yous, and his coffee's always black Every single morning, and he always comes back [Pre-Chorus: New-wave female lead] Hey, mister, look up Hey, mister, look up [Chorus: New-wave female lead] Validation, validation, slide it under the glass I stamp a thousand tickets so a thousand people pass Everybody gets a little proof that they belong Nobody stamps the girl in the booth all day long [Bridge: New-wave female lead, rising, the bass jumps under every line] Friday, raining, the gate is stuck He's at the window with his rotten luck He says "can I borrow that, just for a sec" And reaches through the slot, and I'm a wreck [Breakdown: New-wave female lead, ticket stamp, four loud stamp chunks on the beat] Ka-chunk Ka-chunk On the back of my hand Dot [Verse 3: New-wave female lead, brighter, the band locked in] Blue ink letters on the back of my skin Says "validated" and the rain comes in He says "you do it for us all day long Somebody oughta do it for you," and he's gone Up the ramp at a quarter past nine Next morning there's a coffee by the window sign Black, two sugars, with a note that says "Good for one dinner, no expiration date" [Chorus: New-wave female lead] Validation, validation, slide it under the glass I stamp a thousand tickets so a thousand people pass Everybody gets a little proof that they belong Nobody stamps the girl in the booth all day long [End]
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