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 gone      When the smell of the rain washed pavement   Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold   And the street lamp light fills the gutter with gold      That's my time of day, my time of day   And you're the only doll I've ever wanted to share it with me