I need more than religious affection I need more than your pious perfection I need you to know the one you give away To every pretty stranger who should pass your way! Oh when will you give me your street corner love? Yeah! When will you give me your street corner love? You take good care of my spiritualities You keep a book on my socialities You say you know just the food my body needs To keep it strong and healthy, now I'm full of seeds! When will you give me your street corner love? Think I'll make it back to Selma Avenue I won't be proud* but I won't go hungry I won't have shelter but I won't get cold I won't have you but I won't grow old... gracefully So give me more than your gay personality Sometimes your smile is a frowning reality Give me light, love me like we never met Love me like tomorrow finds us searching yet Oh when will you give me your street corner love? Yeah! When will you give me your street corner love? Yeah!