To be far too dear or too cut rate
And with her morning shoot, her evening clothes
‘Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of those
So take this thin broken down circus clown
Am I breathing still?
Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late
But with the proper words bestowed
A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for break dancers
Hold that mirror babe, up to my face
Now intravenously fed
But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass
What do you say?
Hold my hand again like at the lake
Hear the whippoorwill
From a bag hanging over their heads
Can I put you down for some miles?
She didn't look like no princess to me
All broken down in their beds
Reject and give her the name of a queen
