| Maria lives on Miracle Row |
| She tells fortunes, you know |
| At a dollar a throw |
| Every pimp and every gigolo |
| Has made love in the afternoon |
| To the lady by the windowsill |
| Five healthy children |
| And a home of your own |
| Back on Miracle Row |
| They all will follow the show |
| Soap operas in the afternoon |
| And the old ladies swear |
| At the sun like a sauna |
| On the tenement stair |
| All the boys play the conga |
| Theres a chill in the air |
| And yes, theyre gonna break out of here |
| TV in the summer heat |
| Talk show hard to beat |
| 'Til she hits the street |
| Ripping pavement underneath her heels |
| With the poetry of motion in chains |
| And the lady by the windowpane |
| Five healthy children |
| And a home of your own |
| Back on Miracle Row |
| They all will follow the show |
| Love interest in the afternoon |
| And the old man swoon |
| And the sun gets hotter |
| Someone mumbles a tune |
| And the young men spot her |
| Running up to the room |
| And yes, they’ve gotta get out of here soon |
| Five healthy children |
| And a home of your own |
| Back on Miracle Row |
| They all will count on the show |
| Soap opera in the afternoon |
| The old ladies swear |
| At the boys playing the conga |
| On the tenement stair |
| And the sun is like a sauna |
| Theres a chill in the air |
| And yes, theyre gonna break out of here |
| Oh Maria, your eyes are like |
| A lover’s child |
| And lips of velvet who held an invitation |
| Every time you smiled |
| You sucked me in, I must admit |
| That I was waiting for a sign |
| Won’t you, leave me on the corner by the light? |
| Because Im stepping out tonight |
| Oh Maria, I envy any man who knows your name |
| The ones I knew you, well, Im not ashamed |
| To be the one who drags you down, your life is like a movie |
| Like a star it’s pasted up in subway walls |
| Wont you leave me something sacred when you fall? |
| Unless theres nothing left at all |
| Your lips are like a faded Spanish rose |
| And every movement strikes a pose |
| On every technical enclose |
| And other women show their teeth |
| And schoolboy husbands pack and leave |
| And empty lovers search the streets |
| Maria, convince me in the night she know the way |
| Though every lover brings another scream into the light of day |
| Wont you leave me by the lamppost |
| In the haze of your perfume night fades away? |
| Wont you leave me by the lamppost |
| In the haze of your perfume night fades away? |