A Bit Of You Lyrics - Rufus Wainwright

A bit of you the only drug I must abuse 

A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse 

When I walk on Spring 

Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell 

Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?" 

When I walk on Spring 

Cause there ain't no style 

No there ain't no style 

Cause there ain't no style 

And in fact there is just one other problem 

You live up in Harlem 

Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time 

That came aprs July on the Upper West Side 

Waiting for the fall 

When from the Battery on up to your front door 

From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores 

Would blow up it all 

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Cause there ain't no style 

No there ain't no style 

Cause there ain't no style... 

And in fact there is just one other problem 

I would have spared Harlem 

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me 

Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway 

No, my daddy said so: "still outside of Moscow" 

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me 

Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway 

No, my daddy said so: "still outside of Moscow" 

And so the days creep up to my big final show 

And not a word from you, the hours I must blow 

So I walk and see 

Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes 

A big old pool of you's, zillions I realize 

And just one of me 

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Cause there ain't no style... 

Cause there ain't no style 

No there ain't no style 

Cause there ain't no style... 

And in fact there is just one other problem 

You've infected Harlem 

Guess I won't be waiting several hours 

Before nightfall for that A train, 

just the hiss of the dumes band playing