She Never Danced In New York

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v1
The history landlords come sliding the ledge
As they usually does for a blond on the edge
The warmth of the less – A dash of a bay
She’s something – a nearby international lay

v2
Uncomfortable angel with manicured hands
Philosophically pretty – A danger to squids
She takes roof-margaritas some three stories high
but she never goes down – like all others did

She never danced in New York

v3
Gritting the world with their fantasy in gear
History explodes in the back of their head
Hell hasn’t been empty for several years
I’m breathing the demon of everything they said

(Repeat) I don’t care ‘bout what they say she did

She never danced in New York

“Piccadilly feet – let history – be strong!”