I walked through Jane Street
And saw the white buck-toothed smile
Of whores wearing mini-skirts
And thought how it reminded me
Of the white piano keys
When I played sad sad sonatas.

Lamp light reflections off tinted windows
And the creaking sound of the car
Swaying side to side
Like the boat on a stormy Atlantic night
Right before the fisherman committed suicide.

And I passed through Erotic Avenue,
On the corner of Exotic-Asian Lane
And saw men and boys and lesbians
Trying to score a female with the same
Tongue as I and wore the same colored skin.

Bodies shivering in the winter night,
Only to find warmth in a cheap motel
Called Heartbreak, with the "t"
On the neon sign busted
And I reply,
"Yes, I can hear them break"
Into a thousand pieces.

And they say that's why
You end up in this road,
Because even though you say
You just want some cheap sex,
In truth, you're just looking for meaning
In your life.

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