She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet   Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end   There under a small blue light   She enters an unmarked doorway   (A low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night)   This is a place she goes to fulfill a very basic need   Something people have been doing since the dawn of man   To communicate without talking   If she needs something   She makes a gesture with her hand   And mouths what she wants   She wants to make a connection   A certain kind of connection   No this is not about something from the black market   This is about no questions   This is about smoke and sweat and beats   This is about no message      CHORUS:   Take your partner by the hand   He's a woman, she's a man   What's so hard to understand   Take your partner by the hand   Mona in the promised land   Take your partner by the hand   Keep it simple if you can   Take your partner by the hand      At the club they circle around some sex goddess like vultures   Flashbulbs popping   Like bees around their queen   She is completely indifferent to all the commotion   And orders some mango tango ice cream by sign language   She's approached by some wild-eyed poet drunk with love   I like her easy refusal, the way she shakes her head   She lives these days in the attic of an old dance hall   That's been shut down for years   And swears there's times when she can hear feet shuffling below   And can see the shadows swaying, moving to the music      CHORUS (first half)      Elevator going up   Fifth floor   Lady's handbags, shoes, leather accessories, and electronics   Wait a minute, where am I, on this elevator to nowhere   Going up, going down   Then like a hallucination   I saw her out of the corner of my eye   Studying some shoes very carefully   She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind   Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared   Back into the slash and burn of New York   Ah, stuck in traffic   Crosstown, the stress of not moving   She described it as like being locked in a car   With a madman behind the wheel   And the radio tuned to static      CHORUS