Budapest Baby

I said do you think its a girl or a boy
She said what the baby?
No I said the city, pretty baby
Why can't you tell?
I mean isn't every city feminine then?
She said it has its city lights on the river
Its not masculine
It shivers, it shudders, it beats and it dances
It slides and it slithers its feet
it takes chances
Take the risk with me then, she said with a smile
I already did, I lost my head for while
Dizzy, dizzy, ditzy lady this city of Budapest
charming in its courtship
Its dirty unwashed cleanliness
Its apathy, its cool
It's thrown out all the rules
It eats you up and spits you out
Yes its a woman, no less
If it were Paris, it would Romance you
In a boulevard
If it were Rome it would slay you
In a ruin of a Roman yard
But it is Budapest, it is past its best
It is full of unbridled restlessness
It is young and dumb and silly
Then it is hobo Roman villa
It is stone broke and the rest
It is a face looking up in helplessness
Then it slaps you back in an angry passion
Yes it is feminine after a fashion
It is ungoverned freedom
A lack of control
It is laying back after an attack
But it has and keeps its soul
Somehow it bleeds into its river
Its dreams of a future
Somehow it blows on its reeds
A city song in a quiver
A warble like a song bird in a tree
The morning after
The night of joyous laughter
Cold, and bold and free