i want to shake like Liguardia magic mouth in the sun train ride to the courtyard before you can run down at the end of lonely street where no one takes a walk someone's lying at your feet and someone's getting off
[Chorus:] just gimme some slack
the seven floors of walkup the odor musted cracks the peeping keyhole introverts with the monkeys on their backs
[Chorus]
the rooftops strung with frauleins the pastel pinned up sails the eighteen color roses against your face so pale
[Chorus]
i want to float like Euripides all visions intact i'm alright with Fellini fiends tripping over the track
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down at the end of Lonely Street where no one takes a chance someone's in the cheap light and someone wants to dance