Where the Heart Beats

On street corners late at night
                where Hipsters, Queers, Kool Kats n'
                Kittens, n' erything-in-betweeners
Kick it and Slide.
That’s it, right there.
Lullin the Hip-Daddies into a
pass-on-by sorta groove.
Where the Mommas, in High Heels
                                and Funky Styles, gaze
lid heavy, at all the broncos.
                Spreading the Love,
                                 the Life,
                                the Language

of the city. Yeah O yeah

that’s where you’ll find us babe, drunk
on whatever,
Tappin our Tappies,
Snappin our Snappies,
feelin good and Livin Hard
night-by-night.
cause
day-by-day
is for squares.

And Daddy,
we aint that.