by the garbage cans the sits

in her hands she holds a plastic bag

she borrowed from the supermarket

her eyes starring holes into the night

open windows are her radio

luxury for her backyard bed



she knows every story

of all the gloom and glory

this city wrote through all the years



you can't miss her cause she is

always talking to a mailbox

whispering secrets right into

the darkness where you can't hear her

speak or talk but believe me that she is

the princess of new york



down 5th avenue she walks

dragging her body round the block

trying to collect her meal

the parking meters are her friends

for each one she's got a name

hello eddie how are you today ?