Alice

Now Alice needed money. I put $10 on the breeze

As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees

And as a hurricane passed by, she clutched the money from the sky

She must have been at least a fathom high

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street

With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet

And when a stranger said she sucked, she just smiled believing luck

As she climed into his truck, to make a buck

Oh my god, she's running round the trees

Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real

Alice you remind me of Manhattan

The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in

Oh, I got my eyes on you

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch

Cause if you ain't too careful, he's gonna kick you in the crotch

And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled

And the cops don't even stop, and you feel old

See, Alice really liked you, but you stayed a while too long

Now she wants you to forget it, and come back before too long

But make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood

The producer seems to think she's kinda good

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence

Laughing at the lights of New York City

Alice you remind of Manhattan

The seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in

Oh, just come over

Roll up

See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards

Ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse

And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay

Or is it really just a couple of blocks away?

Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders

About the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under?

She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions

See Alice is always based on split decisions

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence

And digging what I thought was New York City

Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan

The seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in

Oh, I like you

Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you

Your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue

You gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose

Oh, I know it

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute

Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it

And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it

Yeah

You didn't make the book