All over this great big city
Can't find a woman who's nice and pretty
They all look like page in a magazine
Legs are long and they eat like a sparrow
Figures stick to the straight and narrow
Top and the bottom are same as in between
Show me a pretty little number
When she walks it rolls like thunder
Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea
Round right here and round right there
Pretty red lips and her very own hair
Wrap her up, she's the natural girl for me
Way down in a coffeehouse palace
Found a little lady and her name was Alice
She had friends and her friends had her it seems
Face was dirty and her sweater was baggy
Pants were tight and her hair was shaggy
I've seen her kind on college football teams
Well way up at a penthouse pretty
Thirteen miles up above the city
I met a little lady from a wealthy family
Now she could cuss like a real longshoreman
She was making eyes at the doorman
She made a most unusual offer to me
Way up at a Broadway party
I met a lady, she was very arty
She took me home to see her studio
She took out her paints and she whispered to me
She said that she wanted to do me
Some of that paint will never come off, I know
