| And Diamond Jackie, she’s so intact
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| She falls like an angel beneath him
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| (She freezes like ice beneath Shotgun’s attck)
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| Now Jackie’s heels are stacked
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| (Oh Diamond’s shoes are shellac)
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| She got cleats on her boots
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| Together they’re gonna boogaloo down Broadway
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| And come back (home) with the loot
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| Because it’s midnight in Manhattan
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| This is no time to get cute
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| It’s a mad dogs' (madcap) promenade
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| Singing a New York City serenade
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| Oh well ain’t Jackie pretty, ain’t she sweet
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| Her fate lies at midnight between her teeth
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| She got a dirty big (old) daddy who through all the years (tears)
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| (whose fist pump like gears)
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| Has supplied her with hope and kept her in fear
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| Well now he’s a lone privateer working down on the docks
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| He was born in 1943 and almost died of the shock
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| Now he comes home and drags her to some deep side joint
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| Where all night long those (the eternal) punks they rock
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| Until she breaks down and falls, soft (so helpless) like a child
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| Cryin' «New York City, you’re so wild»
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| And in the night air you hear cryin'
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| Oh now the girls say anything, those girls say (cry) anything
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| He was born on the border of that Kansas line
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| When he broke into town the weather vane was hot, ninety degrees
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| (it was the summer in '63)
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| He swore he’d bust (break) that monster to his knees
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| Now some folks said he was the master of the universe
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| Some people say he was the holder of the cosmic keys
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| Oh and his throat was choked with lightning
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| From some childhood disease
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| And with a tommygun blast he got the people screamin'
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| Till he falls helpless (and he lies empty) in Times Square
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| Just like streets scum
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| Cryin' «New York City kills young»
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| Cryin' «New York City kills young»
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| And from a tenement window you hear cryin' (a baby cries)
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| Songs To Orphans (Part 4, 9) |