Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair. She made the Woolworth counter shine. And Eddie was a sweet romancer and a darn good dancer. And they'd waltz the aisles of the five and dime.
Well, I work this corner from eleven to five. The hands get cold around midnight. You're askin' me if I've got the time, well I don't know. But you're wastin' mine tonight.