Miss Avenue - Prima Donna

Street lights in this city are way, way too dull honey

The street walkers in town can’t even find their way

The more that you complain, makes it harder everyday

To get through to you, Miss Avenue

The look on your face tells me things are gettin' worse by the minute

And the walls in your room just about run outta stories to tell

The more that you complain, makes it harder everyday

To get through to you, Miss Avenue

And the push always comes to shove,

even harder when you’re fallin' in luv

I pray for you, Miss Avenue

The more that you complain, makes it harder everyday

To get through to yo