Maria lives on Miracle Row   She tells fortunes, you know   At a dollar a throw      Every pimp and every gigolo   Has made love in the afternoon   To the lady by the windowsill      Five healthy children   And a home of your own   Back on Miracle Row   They all will follow the show      Soap operas in the afternoon   And the old ladies swear   At the sun like a sauna   On the tenement stair      All the boys play the conga   There?s a chill in the air   And yes, they?re gonna break out of here      TV in the summer heat   Talk show hard to beat   'Til she hits the street      Ripping pavement underneath her heels   With the poetry of motion in chains   And the lady by the windowpane      Five healthy children   And a home of your own   Back on Miracle Row   They all will follow the show      Love interest in the afternoon   And the old man swoon   And the sun gets hotter   Someone mumbles a tune      And the young men spot her   Running up to the room   And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon      Five healthy children   And a home of your own   Back on Miracle Row   They all will count on the show      Soap opera in the afternoon   The old ladies swear   At the boys playing the conga   On the tenement stair      And the sun is like a sauna   There?s a chill in the air   And yes, they?re gonna break out of here      Oh Maria, your eyes are like   A [unverified] lover's child   And lips of velvet who held an invitation   Every time you smiled      You sucked me in, I must admit   That I was waiting for a sign   Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light?   Because I?m stepping out tonight      Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name   The ones I knew you, well, I?m not ashamed   To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie      Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls   Won?t you leave me something sacred when you fall?   Unless there?s nothing left at all      Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose   And every movement strikes a pose   On every technical enclose      And other women show their teeth   And schoolboy husbands pack and leave   And empty lovers search the streets      Maria, convince me in the night she know the way   Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day      Won?t you leave me by the lamppost   In the haze of your perfume night fades away?   Won?t you leave me by the lamppost   In the haze of your perfume night fades away?