Reed Lou - Downtown Dirt lyrics

Picking up pieces of information Down on the docks Picking up pieces of information about you And how to pick locks Scouting around on the Lower East Side A mattress is in the rain Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats Come down here to get laid It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that fascinates Hey, Mrs. Pamela Brown How's the Dakota? You're twenty eight years old and your face has been lifted But you still look so much older Your bed is soiled, your linen is drab You got crabs. The things they sell you, your credit cards I love you for it I love you for it I sell you sugar. I'm a humanitarian I give it all to myself that way you're clean And I stay out of debt Huh And psychologically You know, hey, psychologically It's better, ah, that I think that I'm dirt Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt Don't you know it's better that think that I'm dirt Hey, don't you like to have some dirt That's all it's worth its just dirt Cheap Cheap damn dirt Hey Pam, dirt Cheap, dirt, worth dirt Uptown dirt Dirt