Midnight Avenue

With a tear in your skirt, and a little novocain smile;
Your sweet red little lips pull me apart for a while.
I can tell by your walk, that little jump in your step;
You’re scratching an itch, I just ain’t found yet.
I want you to know, I want you to show.
These cold city streets, they just don’t know what to do.
And them stray cat blues, they ain’t got nothin' on you.
So daddy’s little angel grew some wings of her own.
A Mephistopheles crown, and she carved it out of bone.
I want you to know, I want you to show.
The hair on my neck, well it jumps just to stand;
at a slide of your thigh, or a little wave of your hand.
I’ll tell you my secrets, all those dirtiest of needs.
You’ve got me coming home late, you’ve got me begging you please.
I want you to know, I want you to show.