Not a prince or a king
don't own a thing
besides this soaked sweatshirt
and the shoes on my feet
No posh cafes by candlelight
at midnight
no polite doorman
just a nosy fat policeman
All I got is this st pauli pen
stolen paper
this lousy idea that
I don't know why I'm writing down
And the 69th street blues.
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