My Time of Day

My time of day is the dark time a couple of deals before dawn

When the street belongs to the cop and the janitor with the mop

And the grocery clerks are all goneWhen the smell of the rain washed pavement

Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold

And the street lamp light fills the gutter with goldThat's my time of day, my time of day

And you're the only doll I've ever wanted to share it with me