A Bit Of You Lyrics

	Rufus Wainwright
	Miscellaneous
	A Bit Of You
	A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
	A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
	When I walk on Spring
	Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell
	Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
	When I walk on Spring
	Cause there ain't no style
	No there ain't no style
	Cause there ain't no style
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	You live up in Harlem
	Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
	That came après July on the Upper West Side
	Waiting for the fall
	When from the Battery on up to your front door
	From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
	Would blow up it all
	Cause there ain't no style...
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	I would have spared Harlem
	Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
	Don't you need me, wait I thought we're on Broadway
	No, my daddy said so: "still outside of Moscow"
	And so the days creep up to my big final show
	And not a word from you, an hour I must blow
	So I walk and see
	Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
	A big old pool of you's, zillions I realize
	And just one of me
	Cause there ain't no style...
	You've infected Harlem
	Guess I won't be waiting several hours
	Before nightfall for that A train,
	just the hiss of the dumes band play.

	Rufus Wainwright
	Miscellaneous
	A Bit Of You
	A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
	A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
	When I walk on Spring
	Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell
	Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask " they sell?"
	When I walk on Spring
	Cause there ain' t no style
	No there ain' t no style
	Cause there ain' t no style
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	You live up in Harlem
	Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
	That came apre s July on the Upper West Side
	Waiting for the fall
	When from the Battery on up to your front door
	From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
	Would blow up it all
	Cause there ain' t no style...
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	I would have spared Harlem
	Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
	Don' t you need me, wait I thought we' re on Broadway
	No, my daddy said so: " still outside of Moscow"
	And so the days creep up to my big final show
	And not a word from you, an hour I must blow
	So I walk and see
	Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
	A big old pool of you' s, zillions I realize
	And just one of me
	Cause there ain' t no style...
	You' ve infected Harlem
	Guess I won' t be waiting several hours
	Before nightfall for that A train,
	just the hiss of the dumes band play.

	Rufus Wainwright
	Miscellaneous
	A Bit Of You
	A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
	A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
	When I walk on Spring
	Beneath the stench a bit of you is all I smell
	Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask " they sell?"
	When I walk on Spring
	Cause there ain' t no style
	No there ain' t no style
	Cause there ain' t no style
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	You live up in Harlem
	Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
	That came aprè s July on the Upper West Side
	Waiting for the fall
	When from the Battery on up to your front door
	From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
	Would blow up it all
	Cause there ain' t no style...
	And in fact there is just one other problem
	I would have spared Harlem
	Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
	Don' t you need me, wait I thought we' re on Broadway
	No, my daddy said so: " still outside of Moscow"
	And so the days creep up to my big final show
	And not a word from you, an hour I must blow
	So I walk and see
	Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
	A big old pool of you' s, zillions I realize
	And just one of me
	Cause there ain' t no style...
	You' ve infected Harlem
	Guess I won' t be waiting several hours
	Before nightfall for that A train,
	just the hiss of the dumes band play.

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