A cry in July

on the main streets and

the avenues

in the condos white as knuckles,

bruised

with the carmine of the busy

liquor bars

there's a dark and mystic beauty

to these inner-city girls

that slide by in the velvet of

their cars

through the dance halls and the

shopping malls

and the subways filled with

dresden dolls

to the school of fallen angels on

the ground

the whole city's just an

expensive whore

a forest nymph with a pompadour

but there ain't no woman around

no there ain't no woman around,

no there ain't no woman around

I'm surrounded by these girls

but there just ain't no

woman around

and the girl that fills my bed

will hear the words I should've said

to the only true love I ever found

I'll pretend that make-up in

her purse

is a day-dream, not a curse

that comes just to kick me down

and I can still taste the youth of

her kiss

maybe it's the childhood

that I missed

the first time around

there's a weird shape to

her charms

there's a strange meat on her arms

but there ain't no woman around

no there ain't no woman around,

no there ain't no woman around

I'm surrounded by these girls

but there just ain't no

woman around

sometimes I feel I'm running like a

fever through the night and

I've run myself straight into

the ground

I miss your smile, your name and

your breath on my skin and I'm

lost and alone in this crowd

from the locks and curls and

strings of pearls

to the drunk and eager jelly girls

it's an all-day floorshow

matinee in town

and it suddenly occurs

that I'm surrounded by these girls

but there ain't no woman around