Moonlit Street

I rang your bell, come on in baby

My tread not so light, footprints in the foyer

Back into the sun, you can’t stand here, boy

And he says hey can you dig it, hey can you dig it?

Play outside, it’s so much fun skinning my knees

I go down the block, to another place address unknown

And he says hey can you dig it, hey can you dig it?

To the approval of this delighted hood, I submit

The essence of it on my chest, trickling off to the street

And they say hey can you dig it, hey can you dig it?

Thank you they chant, polishing their shiny switchblades

I remember the pain of events previous, exquisite and fresh

And I say hey can you dig it, hey can you dig it?

Magic words, a muttered apology for making me feel unwelcome

Blades return to tight blue denim pockets, bulging there

A shared credo, they say hey can we dig it, hey can we dig it?

Looking down these feminine streets, so bright 

Wet cobblestone and fresh semenic scent of lust

I think now hey, can I dig it, hey can I dig it?

The block pulsating now, dying to profess the verboten word

Place my hand on the wet streets, utter heresy from my lips

I love this block, I love this block, Moonlit Street, I love

A gentle whisper from above hey can you dig it, hey can you dig it?