There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy. Where a boy lives behind bricks. He's got an eye for girls of eighteen. And he turns them out like tricks. . I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy.
I went down to a place in Bed Stuy. A little liquor on my lips. I let him climb inside my body. And held him captive in my kiss. . And there's a storm you're starting now.