I'm searching for phrases. To sing your praises. I need to tell someone. It's soon after midnight. And my day has just begun. . A gal named Honey. Took my money.
In Scarlet Town, where I was born. There's ivy leaf and silver thorn. The streets have names that you can't pronounce. Gold is down to a quarter of an ounce.
I'm a-walkin' through the summer nights. The jukebox playing low. Yesterday everything was goin' too fast. Today it's moving too slow.. . I got no place left to turn.
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem. Cannot hold you to its heat. Your temperature's too hot for taming. Your flaming feet are burning up the street. . I am homeless, come and take me.