New York City is wooing me in a summer seduction: feathers, flesh and diamonds dripping from the lips of her godless city grin. Bamboozled and boozed and suckered by material moves - these whores are good at what they do! with her fetid perfumes rising from the scorched sidewalks she talks in tongues that only eyes can walk across, twisting once, twice, around and through, I lost my soul over a drink with you - came crawling back in the middle of the night, howling unrest in lust and breast, tooth and time could buy me a line down her streets and underneath sheets only to wake in the morning heat. Again! Again! the thrill is so cheap, when the sun goes down you can buy me some drinks, make my head spin and sway in defiant electric daze. Brooklyn buzzing in my ears so sweet, sipped the nectar and swept off my feet.
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