I know you so well like a sibling with fear 
Keep it undercover to disguise your own tears 
Nights in Manhattan in an alphabet light 
Only seeing double through predictable eyes 
I like to ask about your other men 
To see what you might say and can I be one of them 
Then you laugh as if to pretend 
You don't know what I'm thinking when we get into bead 

I'm the darling of the Tragic City 
I don't want you but I know you want me 
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby 
Be my lady, be my lady for free 

No I never go out till the end of the night 
Everyone's got that thing and girl I've got mine 
No I never go out till the end of the night 
Take some more pills and drink some more wine 
But no you'll never see me till the end of the night 
Everyone's got that thing and girl I've got mine 
No I never go out till the end of the night 

I'm the darling of the Tragic City 
I don't want you but I know you want me 
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby 
Be my lady, be my lady for free