Tekster: Lou Reed. NYC Man: The Collection. Ecstasy.

They call you ecstasy
Nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro
Not scotch tape
Not my arms
Dipped in glue

Not if I wrap myself in nylon
A piece of duct tape
Down my back
Love pierced the arrow
With the twelve
And I can't get you back

Ah, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy

Across the streets an old Ford
They took off its wheels
The engine is gone
In its seat sits a box
With a note that says
"Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot"

I see a child through a window
With a bib
And I think of us and
What we almost did
The Hudson rocketing with light
The ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night

They call it ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy

Some men call me
St. Ivory
Some call me
St. Maurice
I'm smooth as alabaster
With white veins runnin' through my cheeks

A big stud through my eyebrow
A scar on my arm
That says, "Domain"
I put it over the tattoo
That contained your name

They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy

The moon passing through a cloud
A body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time
And what I couldn't do
I couldn't hold you close
I couldn't, I couldn't become you

They call you ecstasy
I can't hold you down
I can't hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw
Today no radio
No engine, no hood

I'm going to the cafe
I hope they've got music
And I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
I'll have a new scar right over my heart
I'll call it ecstasy

Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy