Streets Of Soho

When she moved to the city, she was twenty years old
 Coming from the Midwest, she had never left home
 Up on the Brooklyn Bridge, she took a deep breath
 The boys on Water Street whistled and chimed
 Singing, "Hey, Senorita, my you look fine"
 And baby, take a deep breath
 Hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops
 Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 She got a job at a deli on Maple and Kent
 Five dollars an hour, can barely make rent
 And she's closing up late
 She struck up with an actor who waited on tables
 He told her he loved her, so she let him stay
 And he was gone the next day
 And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops
 Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 There's beggars and brokers, artists and millionaires
 Women in fur coats and strippers upstairs
 There's graffiti on back walls and sleeping in alleyways
 Forty-seven floors, yeah, she's come along way
 There're lawyers and bankers and limos and taxi cabs
 Buses and traffic are blaring their horns
 There's shouting in Spanish and hey-la-la-la
 It ain't like Iowa
 Now she's living with a stripper in a one-room flat
 And she wonders what her daddy would have thought about that
 But she wouldn't wanna go back, wouldn't wanna go back to Iowa
 And she is locking up the deli and getting on the subway
 Pulls a cigarette out, it's been a long hard day
 But she's feeling grown up, take a deep breath
 And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops
 Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 And hey-la, hey-la-la-la, living in the city that never stops
 Sweet little baby's in for a shock cause the streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 The streets of Soho ain't like Iowa
 The streets of Brooklyn ain't like Iowa