Alquin Central Station Hustle
Central station hustle, every place I've been.
Sometimes it runs me down. Takes a friend to show the right place to go, when your hights are runnin' low.
French parfum and long cigarette. Whiskey sours at 'the Dugout', how can I forget.
She cast her spell on the moment we met
By the light of the pinball machine.
‘Nobody's perfect', lonely Harry said. Ooh
Things love can do to the mind. Oh but I wouldn't listen, I was out-a-head, as I drifted away in a dream.
Spent all my money, those nights together.
Whispers of love and promises forever.
A lipstick message on the mirror saying:
'It could never' was the last I ever seen of her.
Me and Alphonso spent all night talking.
Sometimes it's hard, you gotta stand on your feet. Why not forget it, you've passed it
It was fun while it lasted. Heaven's waitin'for you just down the street.
It takes a match, to start a fire. It takes a hell of a Hassle to get a little higher but... Oh you oughta see us go when we get it on.
Oh no, cool shark. We're at it again. Oh no, it's a central station hustle. Just another station hustle.
Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle. Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle. Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle.
Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle. Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle. Well a central station hustle, just another station hustle.
