Big Town Girl

Jane walks back and forth from all the biggest parts of town
She’s got a longer stride than many, but she’s always looking down
Because her gaze is such that it weighs too much on the passers-by
She likes some tall men with at least half a brain
And all her barren chat keeps them coming back again
But her long stride
And her leopard hide is all I ever see
But there she goes in her trademark clothes
Away again on her private plane
Baby, stay with me
Put on those dungarees
And if you’re going out to smoke save one for me
My big town girl
Whoa, my big town girl
She’s forever in a rush between no and maybe
One time I think I tried it on, but you know she’s a lady
Oh, she’s got her way
Thinks I’m okay to be her pal
You know I’ve never had the time to wait around for a dame
But if I knew that we could make it I’d wait around for Jane
Could I suit her better
Than that dark-blue sweater?
Probably not
Bright lights, big city
I got the top down, so do your hair up pretty, babe
Desert palms and the silver screen
I got a valet ticket, so won’t you ride with me?
And if it’s all the same, babe, let’s get out of the game
Give me half a chance 'cause you’re due for some romance
Beneath the
Bright lights, big city
I got the top down, so do your hair up pretty, babe
Desert palms and the silver screen
I got a valet ticket, so won’t you ride with me?
Oh, my big town girl
Oh, my big town girl
Oh, my big town girl
Oh, my big town girl