Another night on the straits
All bug-eyed and babbling
Out on the corner of 7th and A
I'm in the business of living
Yeah, that's something I'd say
All I need is a new friend
I'm only five blocks away
Speak to me
Won't you speak, sweet angel?
Don't you remember me?
I was God's favorite customer
Beware the man who has everything
Everything that he wants
You can spot him from a mile away
In his gold chain and only one pair of socks
I'm out here testing the maxim
That all good things have to stop
The bar closes at 5
But the big man is just opening shop
Speak to me (oh, speak to me)
Won't you speak, sweet angel?
Don't you remember me? (Don't you remember me?)
I was God's favorite customer
But now I'm in trouble
Speak to me (oh, speak to me)
Won't you speak, sweet angel?
I need some company (I need some company)
I swear, just one more night longer
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