I'm chalking down the road
For the queen of the night
She won't take a nickel or dime
14th Street is a beat-up bliss
It's cold and the city's slicken
I'm bending backwards for you honey
I'll be the one to hold your sad salt eyes
I'll find a way to make things funny
There'll be nothing left of me
I can't quit my baby just yet
I'm as steady as a freight train
I'm bending backwards for you honey
I'll be the one to hold your sad salt eyes
I'll find a way to make things funny
There'll be nothing left of me
I take that picture off the wall
Sundyed paper left behind
It seems the the whole thing is over
Through the crooked blinds
Then I call retreat to the dark
I'm bending backwards for you honey
I'll be the one to hold your sad salt eyes
I'll find a way to make things funny
There'll be nothing left of me
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