Elf Of The East Village
Oh here she comes, from around the corner
Her silk dress newly sewn
Over her jeans were a, pocketful of wonders
That and her crystal stones
With her blonde hair, she's got hazel eyes
She's got suitors from far and wide
And from the streets of 1st to 7th
She lures her prey inside
Of her little studio apartment
With her vinyls and vines
She poured the wine, she lit the candles
Another day in her life
She is the Elf of the East Village
She gets around
She tries her hand at the old bookstand on
Lafayette and Bond
To tell her men, at the bar downtown
Of all the concepts that she's learnt about
And, nothing's changed but the bedsheets again
Cause she's outta love
Shed your tears and pick up your business
They got no reason to know
You're a sad girl lost in the magic
It's finally time you made, it work
Oh here she comes, from around the corner
Her silk dress newly sewn
Over her jeans were a, pocketful of wonders
That and her crystal stones
She is the Elf of the East Village
She's happy now
She writes and writes on the paper there lies
A poem of the city and romance
Finally she's freed from the opinions that be
That she's lost for love
And in time she'll quickly find
That she's out of the rough
That it takes no man to make her sound
For that what she has is enough
The magic of New York town
Thank you, from all of us
Her silk dress newly sewn
Over her jeans were a, pocketful of wonders
That and her crystal stones
With her blonde hair, she's got hazel eyes
She's got suitors from far and wide
And from the streets of 1st to 7th
She lures her prey inside
Of her little studio apartment
With her vinyls and vines
She poured the wine, she lit the candles
Another day in her life
She is the Elf of the East Village
She gets around
She tries her hand at the old bookstand on
Lafayette and Bond
To tell her men, at the bar downtown
Of all the concepts that she's learnt about
And, nothing's changed but the bedsheets again
Cause she's outta love
Shed your tears and pick up your business
They got no reason to know
You're a sad girl lost in the magic
It's finally time you made, it work
Oh here she comes, from around the corner
Her silk dress newly sewn
Over her jeans were a, pocketful of wonders
That and her crystal stones
She is the Elf of the East Village
She's happy now
She writes and writes on the paper there lies
A poem of the city and romance
Finally she's freed from the opinions that be
That she's lost for love
And in time she'll quickly find
That she's out of the rough
That it takes no man to make her sound
For that what she has is enough
The magic of New York town
Thank you, from all of us
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