Taxi Girl

I sit in the church where Beethoven played
 I'm not looking for God unless he can pay
 If Freud were alive I know what he'd say
 I pull in the cab, I pull off my clothes
 I pull off my cotton, I pull on my leather
 I'm free as a bird, I'm light as a feather
 Oh, just give it to me
 Do you suppose that I don't know what I've become?
 After the days and nights sucking on a grown man's thumb
 Taxi girl, taxi girl, taxi girl
 A little bit high, a little bit shy, a little bit spoiled
 I'll take you here, I'll take you there
 I'll take you all around the world
 All around the world
 Back home in New York I'd watch our TV
 And pretend every show was all about me
 The nuns always said I'd have my turn to shine
 So now I'm a star one man at a time
 Just give it to me
 All of the days and nights are filled with Nabokov smiles
 I survive; despair is the new fashion style