Mean Streets

Summering in the Catskills, baby Singing just for the thrill Everyone knows all about you, don't they? You're doing it for the thrill

[Chorus] Whatever's left, you'll find You got to give it what you got now You got to give it what you got

Baby, it's true, we leave nothing for you You got to give it what you got now You got to give it what you got

Laura, there's nothing wrong with fame Laura, you'll never be the same

Didn't you know they would love you, baby Even more now that you're gone Leaving them surreptitiously Could make a hit out of any song

Whatever's left, you'll find You got to give it what you got now You got to give it what you got

Stay on your own or leave it alone You got to give it what you got now You got to give it what you got

Laura, there's nothing wrong with fame Laura, you'll never be the same

Born and raised on the mean streets That's where she learned how to keep the beat Some say that girl's got something I heard her name half a million times

Hustlin' in the mean streets That's where she learned how to keep the beat Some say that girl's got something I heard her name half a million times

Laura, Laura Laura, Laura