Girls of N.Y.

There are people there

Trying so hard to find a face

There's a little store on 9th street

That does a complete transvestite makeover

There's people who sew

There's people who blow

There's jewish poets

And some who don't know it

There's blacks with an axe

There's pretty girls with an ex

The streets are alive

With a rushing river that never dies

The boys and girls come in so clean

Reaching out their little hands

Towards that dream people from everywhere

Jamaicans, puerto ricans, englishmen, spaniards

Japanese, portuguese, argentines

Norwegians and swedes and forget me, from detroit city

Yeah

Walking down the street

Like she knows where she's going, those old clothes

And that new body

With just a little hint of dirt in her eye

Cracks start to show through the make-up

But the girl's got character, the girl's got soul

That's the kind of girl I wanna know

That jacket, all worn out

And those jeans, all bagged out

Combat boots, trouble! Sexy, ye-yeah