There Is A Mile Of Red Lights
Flaring Between Small Windows
Stopping And Cutting All Along
'Til Harlem And Then It's Messy
But I Won't Go There Just Yet
I'll Stay Awhile Longer Here
Where Stones Are Carved Faces
These People They Always Smile
They Are So Pretty
So Can I Stay
Their Hands Soft And Loved
And Are Of The Finer Things
Like Shoes Have You Seen Them
They Are So So White
And So Comfortable And Nice
So Just Ten More Minutes Please
I Just Want To Stand Here
Watching Taxis Come And Go
Filled With People That Have Places
To Go And People To See
Where A Tip Of The Doorman's Hat
Sends You Into The Night
Please Sir Can't I Just Stand
Just A Second Longer
I Take Up Such Little Space
I Am Sure The Tenants Won't Mind
The Trolley Is Empty Anyways
It Would Be No Bother At All
Please Sir
Let Me Watch Them One Moment Longer
Please
CK
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