New York City soothing. My itchy itchy month of May. Time has passed for Ms. Onassis. Decay on display. . I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down.
Grab my knee and look at me. And try to tell me, I'll be home soon. Asleep in my bed and unstoned. I'm tired of me this way. . I don't know what I've gotten into.
Come now, listen babe. I gotta reason why I behave. Like a child with a light in eyes. Runnin' naked on a cold and winter night. . I am like a pigeon that is spreadin'.