Plainclothes Blues

[Verse 1]
Snow White was found lying dead
In an old downtown hotel
Not a single clue in the whole joint
Not even a fingerprint

[Verse 2]
The pianist down at the bar
Talked a little of old times
Then he played us a blues we just couldn't refuse him
The poor devil was broken at the stem

[Chorus]
Ah, the lot of the cop is hard these days
Dealing with sorrow is a part of our art
Everywhere we go, every case we crack
Affairs of death, affairs of the hеart
Affairs of death, affairs of the heart

[Verse 3]
Thе window to the fire escape
Was broken with something blunt
And when I took a peek outside
I held my breath, my eyes were wide

[Verse 4]
When we left the old hotel
My fellow detectives and I
I said no word, dropped no hints
About the seven little pairs of footprints

[Chorus]
Ah, the lot of the cop is hard these days
Dealing with sorrow is a part of our art
Everywhere we go, every case we crack
Affairs of death, affairs of the heart
Affairs of death, affairs of the heart