As I walked out in lower Manhattan A girl I chanced to pass by Something about her caught my attention Something hard to identify She carried a suitcase through the streets of the city And shivered with cold in the thin coat she wore She said, "Look at my face - it used to be pretty Now I'm old and I'm twenty-four." If you see the one who put the tears in my eyes He's got a gold-tipped cane and a rose tattoo Tell him I love him - Tell him goodbye I would stay, but I'd be crazy to At first it was romance just like in a movie Romeo and Juliet when we began But then it got dark and then it got ugly He showed me affection with the back of his hand He liked to mix his powders and potions Bought in the alleys away from the light He'd say, "I'll fix you up - name your poison" I watched him age ten years overnight Blowing smoke rings that gave him a halo He'd talk about his criminal mind He'd say, "Well, I guess it's just your fate to go Falling in love with the dangerous kind."