Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze   As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees   And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky   She must have been at least a fathom high      She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street   With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet   And when a stranger said she sucked, she just smiled believing luck   As she climbed into his truck to make a buck      Oh my God, she's running round the trees   Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real      Alice you remind me of Manhattan   The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins   Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in   Oh I, I got my eyes on you      Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch   'Cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch   And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled   And the cops don't even stop and you feel old      See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long   Now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long   But make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood   The producer seems to think, she's kinda good      Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence   Laughing at the lights of New York city      Alice you remind me of Manhattan   The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins   Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in   Oh just come over      Roll up, see Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards   Ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse   And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay   Or is it really just a couple of blocks away      Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders   About the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under?   She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions   See Alice is always based on split decisions      Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence   And digging what I thought was New York city      Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan   The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins   Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in   Oh I like you      Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you   Your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue   You gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose   Oh, I know it      Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute   Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it   And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it   Yeah, you didn't make the book