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Give me a dollar I'll make you smile
You want to sit down we'll talk for a while
I'll tell you a story about where I've been
And you can try to sink a little under my skin
Help me
I'm hungry or something
I was born in a big brownstone on the upper East side
But now I find myself scraping to stay alive
You know I tried taking Methadone
They said I'd never kick it all alone
It reminded me of a bitter friend
Who said he'd never let me down again
Now I'm flying high on an airplane
Waiting in line and getting sick again
Caught in the middle with a fat man and I'm stone cold
And I'm waiting and I'm rolling
Though I don't know where I'm going
So I started hanging out with my new friend
But she kept me coming back like the old
But I never flew as high
And It never felt as good
So I decided not to take her home
Help me
You know I'm hungry or something
I was raised in a big brownstone on the upper East side
But now I find myself fighting to stay alive
So I tried taking Methadone
They said I'd never kick it on my own
But I never went back to the clinic and tried
And eventually the shakes and shivers subsided
Now I'm flying high on an airplane
And I'm never going to wait in line again
And I'm sitting on the isle with the seat laid back stoned cold
And I'm waking and I'm rolling
Though I don't know where I'm going
Come in from the cold
You know you'll find me waiting for you
Your wife is not here
So forget about your obligations
For thirty or forty or fifty minutes
You'll have no children
Just leave your money on the table
This whore will take you for your ride soon
New York City
Never look back
You already know what you're missing
