I want to shake like Liguardia

Magic mouth in the sun

Train ride to the courtyard

Before you can run

Down at the end of lonely street

Where no one takes a walk

Someone's lying at your feet

And someone's getting off



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Just gimme some slack



The seven floors of walkup

The odor musted cracks

The peeping keyhole introverts

With the monkeys on their backs



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The rooftops strung with frauleins

The pastel pinned up sails

The eighteen color roses

Against your face so pale



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I want to float like Euripides

All visions intact

I'm alright with Fellini fiends

Tripping over the track



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Down at the end of Lonely Street

Where no one takes a chance

Someone's in the cheap light

And someone wants to dance



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