I've seen the sidewalks And I've been aware Of the lamps and tables and the paperback books That you throw out there All your artifacts In disrepair Make up a pile so high Could tie up the traffic in the thoroughfare
Put your love out on the street Put your love out on the street Put your love out on the street Put your love out on the street tonight
I don't mind your sinning I'm no saint myself And if the neighbours call you a hellcat Then let them call me a jezebel Cause I've come to know you I've come to know you so well >from spying on you from my bathroom window In this cheap hotel
So let flow the hydrants And we'll dance in the spray And we'll wash out our dirty laundry In the alleyway
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