Soul Girl

Soul girl She won't commit The lesson Past or present Uptown West 91st The night is young Waiting for the comedown The comedown Bodega confidants A dollar buys you a taste of heaven On Amsterdam He's got a knife in his hand Guess I better run now Run now Hemophiliac advertisements On city benches Nike Air Force 1's Damn Downtown Jumped a turnstile I turned around She pushed me down below Down below I don't know what else to say It's been eight years and I've changed Soul girl I think I gotta get away I've changed I've changed Soul girl You're the keeper of the peace All right, all right New romantics Write slick poetry in privacy All night, all night I kept the meter running Bet you didn't see it coming Soul girl You're my kind of anarchy I like the way you think All right, all right Black magic She's a witchy woman #7 in the Crystal Ledger Off-time The clock unwinds A gin on ice She likes him in a suit and tie Behind private eyes I think I'm going insane It's been eight years You're the same Soul girl I think I gotta get away I've changed, I've changed Soul girl You're the keeper of the peace All right, all right New romantics Write slick poetry in privacy All night, all night I kept the meter running Bet you didn't see it coming Soul girl You're my kind of anarchy I like the way you think All right, all right I've changed I've changed I've changed I've changed I've changed I've changed