Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
Shattered

Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
And look at me, I'm in tatters
Shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh

Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
I'm shattered
Tattered
Shattered

Ahh look at me, I'm tattered, yes
Oh, so shattered, yes
What does it matter?
So tattered
What does it matter?
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