Well, I'm going to get a job
Cuz I need the bread
So, now I know
It's going to affect my head
When I buy fine dresses and a fancy car
So I better go out looking for
My lucky star
Hey, Miss Broadway
Walking up and down
You got caught in the net, body on the ground
For all
The scratching—you gave your body away
And you were busted in the action yesterday
Broadway
Broadway
If we're all in this together, won't
You realize?
If we want to break down, we better
Compromise
Don't let the days go by and get
Loose—by making him the offer he can't refuse
Hey