The street glistens like the stars in the sky The frost christens every car that drives by And then I know Those old black and white movies were true
A slow taxi through the twinkling glitz Takes us past the megastores The whores, the poor, the rich in the Ritz Then I know Those old black and white movies were true
Is there enough change in your pocket For another gin and tonic? And a moment when the conscience explodes The snow upon the bonnet The picture The song The sonnet The morning light as she puts on her clothes
The steps up out of the subway to the cold Your cute face, dumb hat, runny nose
Yeah I know Those old black and white movies were true
