I guess they know I'm bad, bad. I gotta problem, gimme the money. . Shopaholic's what they call 'em. My addiction, my prescription. Gimme shoes and give me bags.
Girls, they are so lovely. Oh Girls, girls, oh, please love me. Girls run around in your head. 'Till you wish you had boys instead. Girls, they are such fragile stuff.
Lookin' back in my rear view mirror. At the boy with the Texas plates. Momma was startin' to worry. I said, "Momma, it's way too late". . Four wheels in my favorite color.
You can open the window, where the sunset meets the sea. Every thing's for sale, every thing's for free. Sweet Mother Mary, sells her fortunes well. She's got all the answers, just might save you from hell.
Might be a story you read in a book. 'Bout a irl who drank from the devil's cup. Might be someone you know so well. Just might be me, you never can tell.
Don't think I'm ready to die just yet. Down on Sweet Romaine. Gotta see those crimson colors fly. Grab another fist full of rain. And I never really thought about the better days.
You drive around in your long black car. You're looking for bounty on another young heart. So young and pretty, does she do it for you?. You've got the whole damn world and now you want her too.