Antje Duvekot - Streets Of Soho lyrics

When she moved to the city, she was twenty years old Coming from the Midwest, she had never left home Up on the Brooklyn Bridge, she took a deep breath The boys on Water Street whistled and chimed Singing, "Hey, Senorita, my you look fine" And baby, take a deep breath Hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa She got a job at a deli on Maple and Kent Five dollars an hour, can barely make rent And she's closing up late She struck up with an actor who waited on tables He told her he loved her, so she let him stay And he was gone the next day And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa There's beggars and brokers, artists and millionaires Women in fur coats and strippers upstairs There's graffiti on back walls and sleeping in alleyways Forty-seven floors, yeah, she's come along way There're lawyers and bankers and limos and taxi cabs Buses and traffic are blaring their horns There's shouting in Spanish and hey-la-la-la It ain't like Iowa Now she's living with a stripper in a one-room flat And she wonders what her daddy would have thought about that But she wouldn't wanna go back, wouldn't wanna go back to Iowa And she is locking up the deli and getting on the subway Pulls a cigarette out, it's been a long hard day But she's feeling grown up, take a deep breath And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa The streets of Brooklyn ain't like Iowa