Let’s slow dance in the smoke of cigarettes
rain pounding distantly on the windowsills
Do it like them all, cigarettes after ***
Do it like Brooklynites, do it for ourselves

Let’s walk down the Bowery
dust from ashtrays falling
we’ll pretend that it’s snowing
hum some David Bowie
or Leonard Cohan’s Chelsea Hotel #2
but only if the traffic cannot see us through
I wanna take a trip to 1972
dance in the smoke of cigars, only me and you
Dance in the smoke of taxis, smoke some Malibus
Dance in the smoke of cigars, only me and you