This summer’s gone, the days are grey now
The money’s gone my papa gave me
I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of saving
Every last memory of mine

I walked straight to this place on Broadway
Where there were many people dancing
Some seemed to be praying
Yeah, papa leaved a stain with blood
(Maybe it was wine, I don’t know)

But it was happy, it was happy
I was sweating and I wish I’d never stop

The time passed on so quick and easy
I clapped my toes, I couldn’t hеlp but smile
The stranger that I noticеd in the corner
Seemed to be staring at my mouth

And they’re tumbling down the tiny hours
The joint had cleared out long ago
A woman handed me a napkin
Just as the stranger approached, yeah

“May I sit down”, he said so softly
His voice surprising in its kindness
He said, “now you seem to be alone here
I’d like to make you an offer”
Well, I could offer you this powder
Maybe a supple pound of flesh
Could be a man, could be a woman
Or anything you might suggest

So why not? Oh-ho-ho Why not?
Just give me your little music box

He said, I know this place is wretched
And I’m a joker, I’m disgusting, I know that
But all the trains have stopped running
One must take comfort where one lies

Why not? Oh-ho-ho Why not?
Just give me your little music box
Why not?
Just give me your little music box
Give me your little music box
Give me your little music box