Sugar Man

There are shadows on the sidewalks of the city streets at night

And the alleyways and ugly things are hidden from the light

And somewhere soon, my baby's gonna sell her soul again

For a custom tailored lady-killer they call Sugar Man

I searched the backstreet barrooms and every cheap hotel

Asking for my baby, and they all knew her well

Well, they said, "She's out there working for the wages of her sin

And if you want to find your baby, baby, look for Sugar Man."

Well, tonight I found her on the sorry side of town

Lying cold upon the bed where she had laid her body down

I picked up the needle that had fallen from her hand

And stuck it through the money she had made for Sugar Man

There are shadows on the sidewalks of the city streets at night

And the alleyways and ugly things are hidden from the light

But the sun's gonna shine tomorrow on some dirty garbage cans

And a custom tailored lady-killer they called Sugar Man