Go ahead babe, you're the dealer,
I only know what I
Do you remember how Neil used to shake it?
Singing "“Southern
Jesus got his picture in the paper
Cut it out and
Don't need a tour guide
Through these canyons of the heart
What
Janie, see how good the sky looks today
I'll bet they're
Seabird flying down so low
It makes me restless watching you
I'm
It's a hot summer night in the city
The steam's rising
Madame's on the corner, wearing her cheap disguise
And everybody's sneakin'
Chinatown Shakedown
I went down to Gentleman Jim's
He looked so wild,
What are you up to, Sylvia?
You've been sneaking downtown with
The city haze in the summertime
The traffic rolls like a
Away over in Dixieland,
They paint dreams on the sky
I wish
I was turned out of Cafe Cologne
As the sun came
The dreams in the doll's house
Start to flicker and fade
Confused
Out on the town on Saturday night
Factory kinds prowlin', out
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