Same chapter, page six.

Through the lonely nights I think of you. Through the lonely hours I dream of you. I don't know why I do it, but I do. Why do you take it, what's wrong with you? Through the lonely weekends, I'm far from you. Why you're coming on, like you're supposed to do? yes. Oh, but you know me so well, and your time ain't so hard to sell. Everytime I see you, in your cherry dresses and your shiny shoes, in a doorway on some neon avenue. Making the lonely pay for me, Why don't we set each other free? When did I mislead ya? When did I misread ya? When did I mistreat ya? When did I deceive ya? Oh, I'm stuck out, want to cry. Sleep in the doorway, Lord, making a rendezvous. Lord, I'm stuck out baby, want to cry. Lord, babe, I li, Lord.