Wendy gets high for the 2nd show I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money
She left her home in a pick-up truck Left her husband when he beat her up And now she works all night But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart
No, the rain just rolls right off her back She's gonna be alright
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards Tell me 'bout your life in art Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards Because Europe always seemed so far
You look so young and you talk so old Listen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're lucky You read some books and they broke your heart But you don't know one thing about life
You're just a pretty boy And these bums on the corner will take your time Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime You could learn something
And she stares so hard at those neon lights I swear to god she's gonna bust them up She's gonna bust them up
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards Tell me 'bout your life in art Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards Because Europe always seemed so far
She laughs as she lights a cigarette Throws her arms around my neck She says "I'll kill you" "I'll kill you just for trying"
"'Cause you don't even have the money" "You don't have the money" "Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits" "Tell me all about your pretty boy face"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
