You're afraid to love me You're afraid to even know me We walk on the street at night You tell your friends that I'm a fright I'm green when you kick
Baby's gonna catch you cause the sun's on fire The sun's on fire, the sun's on fire Mama's gonna ground you cause you're playing hard ball You're playing
The air beneath my legs makes you suffocate The tongue between your mouth makes me wanna rinse it out Rinse it out, rinse it out, rinse it out New York
Everybody look at me An actress with dense harmony I wear pink feathers And I live on Broadway I'm on my way And the bitchin' weather's gay I'm hungry
Aha, ha, ha! Soviet Russia Ugh! Give me tea, Mr. Tolstoi I lost my mind in the water Need some bread to relieve this matter Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Hair, you're gone Your hair is done Ma'am, your child is grown You're old Bruno was a classic!!! Leg, you're pale Your hair is made of legs Ma'am, your
You're coming down on me I'm staring right at you, right at you You're coming down on me I'm staring right at you Right at you The king is dead, aha
He just stares but it's not staring It's sin tonight He just stares but it's not staring It's sin tonight It's sin tonight In my mouth, in my thigh In
[Instrumental]