Maria lives on Miracle Row She tells fortunes, you know At a dollar a throw
Every pimp and every gigolo Has made love in the afternoon To the lady by the windowsill
Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show
Soap operas in the afternoon And the old ladies swear At the sun like a sauna On the tenement stair
All the boys play the conga Theres a chill in the air And yes, theyre gonna break out of here
TV in the summer heat Talk show hard to beat 'Til she hits the street
Ripping pavement underneath her heels With the poetry of motion in chains And the lady by the windowpane
Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show
Love interest in the afternoon And the old man swoon And the sun gets hotter Someone mumbles a tune
And the young men spot her Running up to the room And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon
Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will count on the show
Soap opera in the afternoon The old ladies swear At the boys playing the conga On the tenement stair
And the sun is like a sauna Theres a chill in the air And yes, theyre gonna break out of here
Oh Maria, your eyes are like A [unverified] lover's child And lips of velvet who held an invitation Every time you smiled
You sucked me in, I must admit That I was waiting for a sign Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light? Because Im stepping out tonight
Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name The ones I knew you, well, Im not ashamed To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie
Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls Wont you leave me something sacred when you fall? Unless theres nothing left at all
Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose And every movement strikes a pose On every technical enclose
And other women show their teeth And schoolboy husbands pack and leave And empty lovers search the streets
Maria, convince me in the night she know the way Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day
Wont you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away? Wont you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
