All These Things

This place is on fire and I set it burning I just can’t stand to be another night here I’ve watched you take your clothes off A hundred times too many I’ve watched you turn that light out And I feel the weight of you lie beside me We lie here in the dark I pull faces in the dark This is how they do it here They pay your rent and they buy you beer All these things that you‘ve given me I want to take them and throw them away All these things that you’ve given me In the morning I’ll find the love I’ve known If they’ll have me back in Spanish Harlem I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll mean it this time And I’ll tell my ma’ it was the vodka talking Though they’re still born the son of a bitch Fifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itch No one will ask me who I’ve been And no one will ask me what I’ve seen There’s not a real bit of me here It’s just a story that I’ve weaved A three minute song that you believed All these things that you‘ve given me I want to take them and throw them away All these things that you’ve given me