I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,. But I'm going insane,. The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street. They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well.
Who sees you when you're sleeping?. Who knows the thoughts you're keeping?. . You're reaching out your hand 'cause someone's calling.. Don't open your eyes too soon, 'cause it might be me..