Everyone lives too far.
There's ten dollars in my pocket
Two for the El-train fare
And three for my supper
That leaves five.
That's not quite enough if I'm going to survive.
She in her chauffeured car
pull on up to the sidewalk.
She says her father's stern
but at heart a good fellow.
And then there's the bequest.
Always the bequest...
I said I'm not sure if I'm one of you creatures
And she said "It's not all that bad,"
But I'm standing
alone on the precipice
with you.
Somebody makes a joke
when I show them the diamond.
No, it's not 'cause of that
it's not 'cause of her money.
But how can you tell?
How can you tell?
Two out of three creatures agree with you baby.
But what of the other third?
They've got reasons.
Alone on the precipice
Nothing's as pure as all that
Except this maybe:
Carbon and hydrogen
Carbon and hydrogen
are we.