Oh oh tangled up And get me waking up Shake it up, tangled up You could be breaking up, making up, tangled up You can't be faking it, making it from my love With all this tragedy, don't get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, Down the road to both

In a razor town You take whoever you think you can keep around. There's an echoed sound That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round. It's a big machine. It used to be the avenue of changing dreams. She's a lonely thing, Sweeping up the glitter

I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn't say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue I could cry, I could cry, I could cry (oh) Lonely avenue Now my room has got two windows But the sunshine never comes through You know it's always dark and dreary

Honeymoon Avenue Let's just go back to the way it was When we were on Honeymoon Avenue Can we get back to the way it was Baby you know how to drive in rain Stuck in the same old lane Going the wrong way home I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to

Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick surprise He's watchin' for a sign His life is on the line Dogs whine in the alleys Smoke is on the wind From deep inside its empty shell

I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the back seat sitting all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now my ma she fingers her

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, or I will get you Got love, if that's what you need I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee I got good love waitin' for you I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue You know you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, before I get you

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Kiss your past good-bye Or kiss your ass good-bye Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd street Bare-foot-children cryin' my-oh-my I watched you on the avenue While other men were having you I think that you should led your caged bird fly And kiss your

And get me wicked up Shake it up You could be breaking up, making up You can't be faking it, Making it from my love With all this tragedy, don?t get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, down the road to both of you