Alice Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze 

As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees 

And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky 

She must have been at least a fathom high 

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street 

With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet 

And when a stranger said she sucked, she just smiled believing luck 

As she climbed into his truck to make a buck 

Oh my God, she's running round the trees 

Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real 

Alice you remind me of Manhattan 

The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins 

Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in 

Oh I, I got my eyes on you 

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch 

'Cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch 

And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled 

And the cops don't even stop and you feel old 

See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long 

Now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long 

But make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood 

The producer seems to think, she's kinda good 

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence 

Laughing at the lights of New York city 

Alice you remind me of Manhattan 

The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins 

Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in 

Oh just come over 

Roll up, see Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards 

Ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse 

And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay 

Or is it really just a couple of blocks away 

Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders 

About the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under? 

She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions 

See Alice is always based on split decisions 

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence 

And digging what I thought was New York city 

Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan 

The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins 

Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in 

Oh I like you 

Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you 

Your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue 

You gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose 

Oh, I know it 

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute 

Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it 

And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it 

Yeah, you didn't make the book