 Slight feet up the street, bend your back. Shift your run, then you pull it back. Life's hard, you know. She'll strike a pose on a Cadillac. If you want to find all the cops, they're hanging out in the donut shop. They sing and dance. They spin the club, cruise down the block. All the Japanese, but they and the party boys call the Kremlin. And the Chinese know. They walk the line like Gypsy and all the cops in the donut shop say,