Taxi Girl

I sit in the church where Beethoven played
I'm not looking for God unless he can pay
If Freud were alive I know what he'd say
I pull in the cab, I pull off my clothes
I pull off my cotton, I pull on my leather
I'm free as a bird, I'm light as a feather
Oh, just give it to me
Do you suppose that I don't know what I've become?
After the days and nights sucking on a grown man's thumb
Taxi girl, taxi girl, taxi girl
A little bit high, a little bit shy, a little bit spoiled
I'll take you here, I'll take you there
I'll take you all around the world
All around the world
Back home in New York I'd watch our TV
And pretend every show was all about me
The nuns always said I'd have my turn to shine
So now I'm a star one man at a time
Just give it to me
All of the days and nights are filled with Nabokov smiles
I survive; despair is the new fashion style