What’s a boy like you doing in a place like this?

This ain’t the Ritz

You better keep you wits about you

One wrong look is gonna get you ten left hooks

Go on and swallow your foot

Before they surround you

And he said “I carry a sharp knife on my body

In case a fist fight turns to something more.

Words get thrown like rice at a wedding

If I’m on the floor, then I’m reaching for my sharp knife”

Why is a girl like you walking home in the dark

Right through Central Park

Oh anything could happen

You are far too pretty to be walking alone in this city

Call you Joan of Arc dressed in black satin

And she said “I carry a sharp knife on your body

In case a cool night turns to something cold.

Men get bold when no one’s looking

If he blocks the door, then I’m reaching for my sharp knife”

Oh fantasy never suited me

I can only speak to reality

It seems if you’re a diamond in the dark

You’re going to need to carry something sharp

So you carry a sharp knife on your body

In case something right goes wrong

You can’t know you’re sunk until you’re sinking

On the ocean floor is where you keep your shark knife

That’s where you keep your sharp knife