This place is on fire and I set it burning
I just cant stand to be another night here
Ive watched you take your clothes off
A hundred times too many
Ive watched you turn that light out
And I feel the weight of you lie beside me
We lie here in the dark
I pull faces in the dark
This is how they do it here
They pay your rent and they buy you beer
All these things that youve given me
I want to take them and throw them away
All these things that youve given me
In the morning Ill find the love Ive known
If theyll have me back in Spanish Harlem
Ill say Im sorry and Ill mean it this time
And Ill tell my ma it was the vodka talking
Though theyre still born the son of bitch
Fifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itch
No-one will ask me who Ive been
And no-one will ask me what Ive seen
Theres not a real bit of me here
Its just a story that Ive weaved
A three-minute song that you believed
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