Maria lives on Miracle Row
She tells fortunes, you know
Every pimp and every gigolo
Has made love in the afternoon
To the lady by the windowsill
They all will follow the show
Soap operas in the afternoon
All the boys play the conga
There's a chill in the air
And yes, they're gonna break out of here
Ripping pavement underneath her heels
With the poetry of motion in chains
And the lady by the windowpane
They all will follow the show
Love interest in the afternoon
And the young men spot her
And yes, they've gotta get out of here soon
They all will count on the show
Soap opera in the afternoon
At the boys playing the conga
And the sun is like a sauna
There's a chill in the air
And yes, they're gonna break out of here
Oh Maria, your eyes are like
And lips of velvet who held an invitation
You sucked me in, I must admit
That I was waiting for a sign
Won't you, leave me on the corner by the light?
Because I'm stepping out tonight
Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name
The ones I knew you, well, I'm not ashamed
To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie
Like a star it's pasted up in subway walls
Won't you leave me something sacred when you fall?
Unless there's nothing left at all
Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose
And every movement strikes a pose
On every technical enclose
And other women show their teeth
And schoolboy husbands pack and leave
And empty lovers search the streets
Maria, convince me in the night she know the way
Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day
Won't you leave me by the lamppost
In the haze of your perfume night fades away?
Won't you leave me by the lamppost
In the haze of your perfume night fades away?