Alice

Alice - Mott The Hoople

Now Alice needed money

I put 10 dollars on the breeze

As the wind died away

She sank way below her knees

And as a hurricane passed by

She clutched the money from the sky

She must have been at least a fathom high

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street

With all her golden ambitions

And dead rhinestones in her feet

Wnd when a stranger said she sucked

She just smiled believing luck

Ws she climed into his truck to make a buck

Oh my god she's running round the trees

Said she couldn't touch them

Because they're so real

Alice you remind me of Manhattan

The seedy and the snaz

The shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt

That too many johns have sat in

Oh I got my eyes on you

Now keep a watch on your watch

And a watch on her watch

'Cause if you ain't too careful

He's gonna kick you in the crotch

And you're out in the cold

And you know that you've been rolled

And the cops don't even stop and you feel old

See Alice really liked you

But you stayed a while too long

Now she wants you to forget it

And come back before too long

But make it quick if you could

She's gonna star in Hollywood

The producer seems to think

She's kinda good

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence

Laughing at the lights of New York City

Alice you remind of Manhattan

The seedy and snaz the shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt

That too many johns have sat in

Oh just come over

Roll up

See Alice on the palace

Where her name adorns the boards

Ain't no flash in her Cannes

She got the willpower of a horse

And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay

Or is it really just a couple of blocks away

Now I wonder if she wonders

If I wonder if she wonders

About the times I put her down

When she seemed to be right under

She told me morals are traditions

Contradictions superstitions

See Alice is always based on split decisions

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence

And digging what I thought was New York City

Oh Alice you remind me of Manhattan

The seedy and snaz the shoeboys and the satins

Like a throne made of gilt

That too many johns have sat in

Oh I like you

Yeah Alice the lights were meant for you

Your weaknesses successful

And your selfishness the clue

You gotta lose what you get

And for what you get you lose

Oh I know it

Oh Alice don't stop and think a minute

Or your brain is gonna get ya

Drop your heart right in it

And you're a shooting star

And you'll die if you don't win it

Yeah

You didn't make the book

You didn't make the book

You didn't make the book