Ain't it just like dyin' 'Cept you can still feel the shame All hands on deck now The sea is gettin' rough again You see him out your window Even when you close the blinds And all you ever wanted Was someone to treat you nice and kind Take a step before runnin' Take a breath now before you die When you work the streets, darlin' Make sure your sneaker laces, they get tied I'll be your black bird, darlin' Hanging on the old telephone wire Flap my wings on it And set your heart afire