I'm 13 years old, I hate your guts. And I got a zip gun, I got a reefer. I've been screwing since I was 9. And I can make you or break you with charm.
See how the rain falls from the sky. Drifting down. From your high mountain's eye. But don't look surprised, you're going home. . Yeah you're leaving L.A..
His lonely is only. A blank space in my hallway. On the wall way between the hanging. Of paintings of lonely that ain't lonely at all. . Hey, the Art Mob's out tonight.
Cocktails for three. Oh, it's gettin' to me. Yeah, passin' afternoons. Sittin' in these cocktail rooms. . Yeah, from nine to five, I'm in the pink. 'Cause after work we go for a drink.
Well, I drove down to El Paso on my business. Well, I was just another executive workin' for the bank. When I crossed that border line, I dropped my business.