Canal Strasse, Amsterdam, 1962

The street of a thousand windows,
Each with its girl behind,
And I walked down that street
In an excited state of mind.
All those very different girls
Looking out into the night
Each seemed posed and lit
By small, subdued light.
Each one of those girls
There just for me,
Provided, of course ,
I could pay their fee.

That street of a thousand windows;
At least I could say I'd been,
Excited and embarrassed
But I could say I'd seen.
And those girls in their windows
Just didn't bat an eye
As most of the walkers
Just continued walking by
Leaving each to finish shift
On that cools November night:
And I wondered what they thought
As we strolled on and out of sight.

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