The bartender that gets me drinks for free. He also thinks he could be a movie star
The one and only, real estate novelist
He's still in the Navy, and probably will be for life.
She's looking for a downtown man (but she's never had a backstreet guy)
She was locked away in a temple, but they never told her the price she would pay.
She stood on the tracks waving her arms
He'll will get you high tonight and take you to your special place.
He played the saxophone in a night club (maybe not his real name, but he was always this to me)
She was a nice piece of music with a rhythm all her own
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand, he's never been able to learn from mistakes. Maybe that's why his heart always breaks?
She calls me in the middle of the night and passes on painful information or when she needs a good fix.
Born in the Spring of '44, sent to some Red Army town, became a circus clown
She's got style and she's got her own money. So she's not another honey you can quickly disarm
She leaves notes saying to 'move out to the country'
By day, he walks the beat. By night, he's a bartender.
Owner of the bar down on Sullivan St.
He's driving through the city tonight in a hot new rent-a-car
He's got troubadour style, and he's taking care of things for a while
King of the prom, and the male half of the popular steadies in high school
Married her high school sweetheart, but ended up getting a divorce as a matter of course
Has a way of healing, a pleasing way, and a light around her
A legend in his time, thanks to his daring life of crime
Stands in the corner in new English clothes, looking so polished from hair to toes
Goes where the water is deep because her captain's got bills to pay and children who need clothes
Been all around the world, played all kinds of place and laid all kinds of girls
She's out on a date, giving you some 'alone-time'
People see him to forget about life for a while. Man, what is he doing here?
She needs to move in circles too. She's too expensive for me to ask her over.