she wants to live and leave

all at once

the kiss has conditions and the car has rust

but hey, Union Square has a rat or two roaming 'round


With every invite there's a look in the face

Persistence on resistance leaves an awkward taste

of the lips

she has hips and the way she moves eats me up


NYU kids are lying around 

and a city is the spirit for a man in the crowd

who says hey will ya give me some money

for my honey Mrs. Cohol


The corpoate world she's a victim of and time

makes her tell me that she's not enought for me but

don't you see that the time is right on the park bench?


8 o clock or 4 o clock it's all the same at night

we're all ordering martinis and things and time

is perception but the analyst doesn't sing.