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New York City
My itchy month of May
Time has for Ms. Onassis
Decay on

I don't go down
I don't go down
I wanna go down like she did

And I understand why
Something gotta die
Before we it

talk through Pigeon Park
And Hastings is away
Religiously they to sin
Buy, sell or trade for

I just wanna feel
I just don't feel
I just don't wanna feel like feel

body for sound
Trade my for a gown
Now way up in my
You know I you just a little bit more

Raisin' nose to chin
Smoke smoke they all trickle in
Anythin', for
And endin' up with

Simple young man
Sores all over his
He's sleepin', not so

mop the floors for you all
I'm a fly on the
Really big and

Burned a hand of a of mine
And now Bub I
you could fly a mile high
You told me nothing's ever come between

And nothing's ever come between
Nothing's gonna come between
My dump and me