Down by the red brick wallWhere the trains used to runShe waits for me.She's got her cigarettesHer hand-me-downsAnd her dark, dark eyesFlashing with annoyanceIf I keep her hangingToo long.Her name's English royaltyBut she says, "Call me Mary."She's got old rock on her radioAnd she plays phantom drums.We dance in the alleywaysA place she feels safe It's her turn, her terms, her tune I'm glad enough to play along Sweet voodoo child. She claims she seduced me She says she fell from the stars I don't ask questions when we make love But when we fuck, I wonder. Blowing smoke, she says, "I don't love