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
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Just gimme some slack
The seven floors of walkup
The odor musted cracks
The peeping keyhole introverts
With the monkeys on their backs
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The rooftops strung with frauleins
The pastel pinned up sails
The eighteen color roses
Against your face so pale
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I want to float like Euripides
All visions intact
I'm alright with Fellini fiends
Tripping over the track
CHORUS
Down at the end of Lonely Street
