My Key to Gramercy Park

How many lovers in New York

And how few trees?

Walk fifty blocks from door to door

Along the way, count sycamores

Then add the smitten couples

The figure will quintuple

Cleopatra lost it all for a guy named Mark

You won't get my key to Gramercy Park

Shade, it seems to me

Is all a body needs

Men are like the trees

If you treat 'em right

They almost always leave

Well, if you ask why I ain't married, I will bark

"They won't get my key to Gramercy Park"

Sit upon the grass

And watch the lovers pass

Boys dissimulate

I can laugh now because I'm safe behind my gate

"But ain't you sad all by yourself way after dark?"

No, I've got my key to Gramercy Park