The Insect Trust - The Eyes Of A New York Woman lyrics

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The Insect Trust - The Eyes Of A New York Woman lyrics

The eyes of a New York Woman Are the twilit side of the moon Nobody knows what goes on back there Where it's always late afternoon. Under the lights of Broadway, And far from the lights of home, With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane And a heart all plated with chrome. Do they ever see the wandering bums And the boys with no place to go, All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly He left her in Buffalo Dead as the leaves in Union Square, And dead as the graveyard sea, The eyes of a New York woman Will never cry for me They'll never cry for me