Rufus Wainwright - A Bit Of You Lyrics
A bit of you the only drug I must abuseA bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuseWhen I walk on springBeneath the stench a bit of you is all I smellUpon the shelves a bit of you I ask they sell?When I walk on springCause there aint no styleNo there aint no styleCause there aint no styleAnd in fact there is just one other problemYou live up in harlemOf course I had no knowledge of this at the timeThat came aprs july on the upper west sideWaiting for the fallWhen from the battery on up to your front doorFrom mother ship the rocket launching twister whoresWould blow up it allCause there aint no style...And in fact there is just one other problemI would have spared harlemAffections sent, straight to chekov, say you need meDont you need me, wait I thought were on broadwayNo, my daddy said so: still outside of moscowAnd so the days creep up to my big final showAnd not a word from you, an hour I must blowSo I walk and seeUpon the streets a faded island, press on eyesA big old pool of yous, zillions I realizeAnd just one of meCause there aint no style...Youve infected harlemGuess I wont be waiting several hoursBefore nightfall for that a train,Just the hiss of the dumes band play.
