She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning
And soon the work ward bound will they wake up yawning
I have so much to say but so little time to stay
As I look down the streets are slowly forming
Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
And the ladies of the night have start performing
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
And the trash-collectors horn, salutes the dawning
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
She has so much to give but so little time to live
