Maria lives on Miracle Row She tells fortunes, you know At a dollar a throw Every pimp and every gigolo Has made love in the afternoon To the lady by the windowsill Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show Soap operas in the afternoon And the old ladies swear At the sun like a sauna On the tenement stair All the boys play the conga There's a chill in the air And yes, they're gonna break out of here TV in the summer heat Talk show hard to beat 'Til she hits the street Ripping pavement underneath her heels With the poetry of motion in chains And the lady by the windowpane Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show Love interest in the afternoon And the old man swoon And the sun gets hotter Someone mumbles a tune And the young men spot her Running up to the room And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will count on the show Soap opera in the afternoon The old ladies swear At the boys playing the conga On the tenement stair And the sun is like a sauna There's a chill in the air And yes, they're gonna break out of here Oh Maria, your eyes are like A [unverified] lover's child And lips of velvet who held an invitation Every time you smiled You sucked me in, I must admit That I was waiting for a sign Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light? Because I'm stepping out tonight Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name The ones I knew you, well, I'm not ashamed To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall? Unless there's nothing left at all Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose And every movement strikes a pose On every technical enclose And other women show their teeth And schoolboy husbands pack and leave And empty lovers search the streets Maria, convince me in the night she know the way Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day Won't you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away? Won't you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away?
Maria lives on Miracle Row She tells fortunes, you know At a dollar a throw Every pimp and every gigolo Has made love in the afternoon To the lady by the windowsill Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show Soap operas in the afternoon And the old ladies swear At the sun like a sauna On the tenement stair All the boys play the conga There's a chill in the air And yes, they're gonna break out of here TV in the summer heat Talk show hard to beat 'Til she hits the street Ripping pavement underneath her heels With the poetry of motion in chains And the lady by the windowpane Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will follow the show Love interest in the afternoon And the old man swoon And the sun gets hotter Someone mumbles a tune And the young men spot her Running up to the room And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon Five healthy children And a home of your own Back on Miracle Row They all will count on the show Soap opera in the afternoon The old ladies swear At the boys playing the conga On the tenement stair And the sun is like a sauna There's a chill in the air And yes, they're gonna break out of here Oh Maria, your eyes are like A [unverified] lover's child And lips of velvet who held an invitation Every time you smiled You sucked me in, I must admit That I was waiting for a sign Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light? Because I'm stepping out tonight Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name The ones I knew you, well, I'm not ashamed To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall? Unless there's nothing left at all Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose And every movement strikes a pose On every technical enclose And other women show their teeth And schoolboy husbands pack and leave And empty lovers search the streets Maria, convince me in the night she know the way Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day Won't you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away? Won't you leave me by the lamppost In the haze of your perfume night fades away?
