Lyrics:
Snow is falling look out the window with me
Come and hold me tenderly
And watch the wind blow
And people passin' by
The snow is in the streets
City light time
Must you get ready so slow
There are places to come from
And places to go
Night in the city looks pretty to me
Night in the city
good, good
Like Brigitte Bardot
Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school
Technicolor
Fear by name, love by numbers
Street lamp amber, wanderlust
Hide her in a blunderbus
She looks as if she's blowing at kiss at me
And suddenly
bathed with you
Bewildered by your beauty there
I'd kneel to dry your feet
By such instructions you prepare
A man for boogie street
O crown
present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say, "The road is clear
And street signs point the way"
blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator
Receiving the judge's
hard, taking it hard
Yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
For
're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fu-ing just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door
Think this
the streets are white with snow
It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well you've got me searching
that flow,
Every country lane and every street of stone
Are highways of adventure made for me alone.
You give me your love and your love is
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace
And I wear black leather
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
tells me we'll survive
It's the little things that'll get us by
And hold us together
I feel it when you hold me close
Now baby, we got more than
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace
And I wear black leather
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
fire you're running all over town
As much as you burn me baby I should be ashes by now
The second street beggars alone in their life
Drunk
When you're weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I'm on your side.
When times get rough
And friends just
baby go, go, go
You are a freak of nature by the way you move
Just be yourself, you got nothing to prove
Baby strut
Let me see you walk, strut
Let your
belong (to this land and to this life)
You belong
You belong
You belong
The gifts you're receiving are a part of your healing
The gifts you
We'll be crossing the equator babe
Your navigator, lady
Form a crater, crater
Fly with me high, high
Boundless by time
Atoms coming into life
Look
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like
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