She saw me walking down the streets of your fine city
Wherever we are right now
Kinda turned me on when she looked at me and said
Whatever people say around here
I don't usually talk to strangers
That’s a bold faced lie
I talk to strangers all the time
Well, that's most of my life
She took me out where the streetlights were placed a little further apart
I've walked around for about forty years and seen a lot of people
Some of them have impressed me, but not that much
And I said:
"Who do I talk to here? What race of man is this? I got problems baby, I got complaints"
She looked up at the hotel behind me and her eyes got big like dinner plates, she said:
Baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
Hate to be a chicken when the wolves come out
Hate to be the middle when the bottom drops out
She started pulling stuff out from behind the camera
A case of glue and a stick of dynamite
It was right about then that I realised this whole time
I’d thought that this was a joke or a metaphor or something
But this ain't joking time
This isn't private school
Where you think they got those night sticks and hats
She said look around Harry, half the people talking right past each other
Half the people just sitting back
She said:
Wherever we are right now
Kinda turned me on when she looked at me and said
Whatever people say around here
I don't usually talk to strangers
That’s a bold faced lie
I talk to strangers all the time
Well, that's most of my life
She took me out where the streetlights were placed a little further apart
I've walked around for about forty years and seen a lot of people
Some of them have impressed me, but not that much
And I said:
"Who do I talk to here? What race of man is this? I got problems baby, I got complaints"
She looked up at the hotel behind me and her eyes got big like dinner plates, she said:
Baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
Hate to be a chicken when the wolves come out
Hate to be the middle when the bottom drops out
She started pulling stuff out from behind the camera
A case of glue and a stick of dynamite
It was right about then that I realised this whole time
I’d thought that this was a joke or a metaphor or something
But this ain't joking time
This isn't private school
Where you think they got those night sticks and hats
She said look around Harry, half the people talking right past each other
Half the people just sitting back
She said:
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