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I know all about New York City girls

I’ve been up the front roads

and down the back roads

I’ve hid from bikers in parking lots

I’ve crawled across hotel room floors

Endlessly the torment of muse’s call

I quiver and quake under the fog

of false rapturous vision of inebriation

the bards dance and the saints collapse

under the weight of worldly sin

I’m a volcano waiting to erupt

I’m a hurricane still rated a tropical storm

I’m the eye of a torrential monsoon

I’m a pending disaster Rilke never imagined

According to popular myth

I tired to pick up Spencer Davis girlfriend

I think I just said “Hello”

Of course that was back when

he was still more famous than me

I know all about New York City girls

I’ve been up the front roads

and down the back roads

I’ve hid from bikers in parking lots

I’ve crawled across hotel room floors