One soft, infested summer
Me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain
In the day, we sweat it out on the streets
Of
The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the
Hey, Eddie, can you lend me a few bucks
And tonight
You get up every morning at the sound of the
With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can
Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem
The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision