THE STREETS OF NEW YORK

His body's aching and he's lying in the door
I cannot look at him... he's covered up with sores
He was an inmate, once, a victim of the stress
They put him back into society
And they gave him this address:

On the Streets of New York I see no evil
On the Streets of New York I see only people

I see a little baby
It's on the evening news
Someone left him in a hallway in a box that's meant for shoes
I cannot look at this
I swear I'm not that numb
I can't blame his mother
How could she now what she done?

On the Streets of New York I see no evil
On the Streets of New York I see only people

Hey, baby!
Won't you pick me up?
Won't you take me home tonight?
Put on your sexy clothes!
We'll saty up 'till its light
I am not using you
And you're not using me
And we'll use everything we've got for a moment to feel free

I am no preacher, man, I do more wrong that right
Pick me up and we'll get high tonight
I just don't want to fight
But I'm a witness, and believe me, so are you!
Close your eyes, close our ears, close your mouth
We ain't monkeys!
Get that through!

On the Streets of New York I see no evil
On the Streets of New York I see only people