well the cold has a hard time finding me unlike some folks I know yeah all the men down in union square are worried about the snow
when your pockets fill with dollar bills your heart forgets to eat its a wicked thing it owns this street
yeah fix your boots or take me home says quick monique the freak I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat well if she was six teeth younger and if I had half a mind I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside
well I saw a carried bundle that has fingers eyes and toes as a father of deception I have never raised a soul
it’s a purchase captured second hand and cherished more than gold it’s a shelter from that wicked thing that wanders in the night
so fix your boots or take me home says quick monique the freak I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat well if she was six teeth younger and if I had half a mind I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside
the water on the dirty streets has all but turned to ice to pave the road for wicked things that wander in the night