Monday, April 4, 2011

Filthy urchin living in the street
Rooting round in corners for something to eat
Playing in the sewer, fighting the rats
But happy enough, for all that

He says it's warm inside, riches and sweets
But she knows what "I'll take care of you" means
She puts one toe over that line, he'll say
"All of the rest of you is mine"

[spoken] she says:
C: Hey baby, take it from me
Everything costs, nothing's free
Anyone who sells you any other story
Will make you sorry

What makes him different? Why should I believe?
What else does he want with me? She says
Baby I don't trust what I don't earn, and
That's something you had better learn
He says

You don't want what you think you want
What you need is what I got:
What'd you want, if you knew
Everything about you that I do
She says

Are you crazy? Or just a crook?
What the hell - I'll take a look
Hey babe if I'm not out in five
Come and get me - come save my life
cuz you know
[Chorus]

Her mouth falls open, nothing to say
She couldn't explain it anyway
Too much to see, hear or feel, but
Though she don't know how, she knows it's real
She says

Hey baby, take it from me
It doesn't cost - somehow it's free
Anyone who sells you any other story
Will make you sorry

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