Well I know all about your neighborhood
and the talented people living there on top of you
I’ve walked up and down your stone laid streets
you’ve got the coldest winters in New York
Everybody told me so
But you’re so pretty sometimes when you dance
but you always spell gone
You play Little Miss Behavior
and you showed me the book that showed you about my plans
we’ll have a heavy Times conversation say nothing in the end
the Post will write it as “Woman Slices Man”
I am the guy who scratches Pray in the phone booths and subway stops
So put down the doves for a second lady
though I doubt that I’ll make much sense
but I really think I deserve the time for all my hours spent in your audience
But you’re so pretty sometimes you’re like rain
and does rain ever really stop?
But you’re so pretty sometimes you’re like rain and does rain ever really stop?