Two dollar tips and the lipstick cigarettes
Get yourself a job with your fingertips
Too many tickets for the backseat matinee

Two hours later and you're looking for another face
Don't ask for love
Don't ask for pity

Don't ask for me
Welcome to the city
Four hundred dollars bus a room in the city

With a whole lot of people and a hole in the ceiling
Freeze in the winter, die in the summer
Seventeen kids next door without a mother

Hey, if you see me coming up the stairs
Please don't confuse me with someone who cares
Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby

I'm really...
You got some letter, it's a recommendation
Your best friend's ex sent a copy to the station

And he knows some agent through a distant realtion
An inside connection with a map and directions
Ah, too bad you came

Too bad you waited
Too bad for you
You're over-educated

Welcome to the city...I'm glad you made it, baby
I'm really glad
Don't ask for love

Don't ask for pity
Don't ask for me
Welcome to the city