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New York Girls
The Peculiar Pretzelmen
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Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine
I've gone past the bottom and drank all the wine
Oh you New York girls, pretty and good
I loved you all a little more than I should
It was Monday the subway welcomed me in
By six in the evening we were all sheets to the wind
When somebody asked where'd all the money go
She laughed like broken glass and watched the filthy floor show
Nobody saw so I called it a draw
Snuck out the back way I heard somebody fall
But the sirens were on and we were in no mood for small talk
I guess someone did the blue brigade walk
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine
I've gone past the bottom and drank all the wine
Oh you New York girls, pretty and good
I loved you all a little more than I should
With eyes like that there's questions you don't ask
Just smile and nod and tug on the flask
When she wanted to know where I was sleeping that night
I tipped my hat to the boys and slipped out of sight
Well the sun showed her face, blood was all I could taste
Empty bottles were ringing as I stumbled out of that place
Woke up with no wallet and a pocket full of rings
I just spit in the street and started to sing
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine
I've gone past the bottom and drank all the wine
Oh you New York girls, pretty and good
I loved you all a little more than I should
In a couple of days I found St. Deivel's Pub
Played for my drinks and stayed til they shut
She grabbed hold of my hand and her other held a drink
Took off into the night without bothering to think
I was drunk and I was hungry but I still couldn't care
Trapped in the tangles of her wild black hair
And out through the city we stumbled as we went
Heard the subway roll around, thought here we go again
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine
I've gone past the bottom and drank all the wine
Oh you New York girls, pretty and good
I loved you all a little more than I should
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Took off in the morning headed out west
All I could think of was the way that she had dressed
She smelled like fine wine, and tasted like rye
I swear she was a bottle that would never run dry
It was more than a horse that could undo old Troy
And the devil goes picking the men from the boys
Watch your back, mind your right head
Take the wrong door they'll be raking your bed
Oh you New York girls, pretty and fine
I've gone past the bottom and drank all the wine
Oh you New York girls, pretty and good
I loved you all a little more than I should
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