Jobriath - City Freak lyrics

My old lady is a city freak You would laugh at the colors of her hair And when she walks It’s only a couple of blocks And if it’s further she’ll pay a fare My old lady My old lady is a city freak She has gold where her fingers used to be And she guards her life with a j**el encrusted rubber knife And goes to market at goodwill industries My old lady Ooh Listen to the sound of the city All she does is hear Pretty little woman Baby if she calls She’s found it now Or she’s heard it all Sure, she’s heard it all She’s heard it all I don’t know My old lady is a city freak My old lady My, my, my My, my, my