Bodegas and Blood

Walking into a Bodega while she's cleaning out her nose

Stuck here in Kenmare square without a place to go

And it's a beautiful day

And she's a beautiful face

And she'll be fine

And the car wash water oozes down the sidewalk city street

Runs like the flow of blood from her legs down to the bathroom sink

And as she looks at the street

And then she looks at her feet

And she is fine

So it seems

Yeah

And it's days like these

That keep me on my winning streak

It's all a part of me

And Mr. Harris runs the consignment store where she likes to get her jeans

He was a regular at studio 54 hanging out with the other queens

And he's the last of the five

To make it out alive

And he is fine

So it seems

Yeah

And it's days like these

That keep me on my winning streak

It's all a part of me

Little girl, she was an orphan she lost her folks when she was young

Nobody never gave her nothing, she taught herself to get things done

But if she smiles at everyone

And she is made and loved

And we are fine

Yes we are

Oh and it's days like these

That keep me on my winning streak

It's all a part of me