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Reed Lou

Genres: Rock

Wild Child Lyrics - Reed Lou

I was talking to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit 

And his wizards hat 

He spoke of his movie and how he was making 

A new sound track 

 

And then we spoke of kids on the coast 

And different types of organic soap 

And the way suicides don't leave notes 

Then we spoke of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine 

 

I was speaking to Phil who was given to pills 

And small racing cars 

He had given them up since his last crack-up 

Had carried him too far 

 

Then we spoke of the movies and verse 

And the way an actress held her purse 

And the way life at times can get worse 

Then we spoke of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine 

 

Ah, she's a wild child 

And nobody can get at her 

She's a wild child 

Oh and nobody can get to her 

 

Sleeping out on the street 

Oh, living all alone without a house or a home 

And then she asked you, Please 

Hey, baby, can I have some spare change 

Oh, can I break your heart? 

 

She's a wild child, she's a wild child 

 

I was talking to Betty about her auditions 

How they made her ill 

But life is the theater, is certainly fraught 

With many spills and chills 

 

But she'd come down after some wine 

Which is what happens most of the time 

Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes 

Till we spoke of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine 

 

I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead 

By mutual friends 

He thought it was funny that I had no money 

To spend on him 

 

So, we both shared a piece of sweet cheese 

And sang of our lives and our dreams 

And how things can come apart at the seams 

And we talk of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine 

 

She's a wild child 

Oh and nobody can get at her 

She's a wild child 

Oh and nobody can get to her 

 

Sleeping out on the street 

Oh, living all alone without a house or a home 

And then she asked you, Please 

Oh, baby, can I have some spare change 

Now can I break your heart?" 

 

She's a wild child, she's a wild child 

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