Text: Lou Reed. NYC Man: The Collection. Temporary Thing.

Hey now, bitch, now, baby
You better make your face
Get out of here, quick
Maybe your, was getting, ah, too rich

It ain?t like we ain?t
Never seen this thing before
And if it turns you, then around
Then you better hit the door

But I know, oh
It?s just a temporary thing
Oh yeah, it?s just a temporary thing

You?ve read too many books
You?ve seen too many plays
And if things like this turn you away
Hey, now, now, look

Huh, look, hey look, hey look
You better think about it twice
I know that your good breeding
Makes it seem not so nice

It?s just a temporary thing
Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha
It?s just a temporary thing

Where?s the number, where?s the dime
And where?s the phone
I feel like a stranger
I guess you wanna go back home

Your mother, your father, your brother
I guess they wouldn?t agree with me
But I don?t give two shits
They?re no better than me

Ah ha, it?s just a temporary thing
Oh yeah, been there before just a temporary thing
It?s just a temporary thing
Ah bitch, get off my kids, temporary thing

Get out, it?s just a temporary thing
Yeah now, home, it?s just a temporary thing
Temporary thing, huh, ah ha ha
It?s just a temporary thing

Uh, ah uh, it?s just a temporary thing
It?s just a temporary thing
It?s just a temporary thing
It?s just a temporary thing