Uptown Uptempo Woman

It started out in innocence
The way that most things do
A thousand people crammed in one place
But the only face was you
I grabbed your hand and we raced out
Hardly said a word
I'd only seen you for a minute
But I was round in third.

And we traded on our backgrounds
You mentioned I seemed shy
Then you laughed and said
"I'm an uptown, uptempo woman
You're a downtown, downbeat guy".

Within a week I'd moved in
At her uptown, Eastside place
We'd make love for hours
On a bed of silk and lace
And she would get up early
And come home late at night
She had important business
But my prospects all seemed slight.

In tired arms some evenings
She'd get mad and cry
"I'm an uptown, uptempo woman
You're a downtown, downbeat guy".

Well the romance soon was over
And the lust was turning thin
And I soon began to realise
The mess I'd gotten in
But as always happens
When you're caught in such a trap
You get so used to what's around
That you can't find your way back.

So I lived with this arrangement
I soon learned to despise
The uptown, uptempo woman
And the a downtown, downbeat guy.

And then one Saturday in March
I decided I would go
Cause I was going nowhere
And my mind was getting slow
So I opened all the closets
There wasn't much to pack
I felt bad not telling her
That I wasn't coming back.

But this day she was early
She looked at me and asked why
I said, "Why? You're an uptown, uptempo woman
I'm a downtown, downbeat guy".

"You're an uptown, uptempo woman
I'm a downtown, downbeat guy
Downtown, downbeat guy".