When she moved to the city, she was twenty years old   Coming from the Midwest, she had never left home   Up on the Brooklyn Bridge, she took a deep breath   The boys on Water Street whistled and chimed   Singing, "Hey, Senorita, my you look fine,"   And baby, take a deep breath   Hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops   Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa      She got a job at a deli on Maple and Kent   Five dollars an hour, can barely make rent   And she's closing up late   She struck up with an actor who waited on tables   He told her he loved her, so she let him stay   And he was gone the next day   And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops   Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa      There's beggars and brokers, artists and millionaires   Women in fur coats and strippers upstairs   There's graffiti on back walls and sleeping in alleyways   Forty seven floors, yeah, she's come along way   There're lawyers and bankers and limos and taxi cabs   Buses and traffic are blaring their horns    There's shouting in Spanish and hey-la-la-la It ain't like Iowa    Now she's living with a stripper in a one-room flat    And she wonders what her daddy would have thought about that    But she wouldn't wanna go back, wouldn't wanna go back to Iowa       And she is locking up the deli and getting on the subway    Pulls a cigarette out, it's been a long hard day    But she's feeling grown up, take a deep breath    And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops    Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa       And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops    Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa    The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa    The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa    The streets of Brooklyn ain't like Iowa