30 blocks to Fordham Road, That’s a bad neighborhood

You’re like a fake diamondSparkling when the

You can whistle first/for it Baby, you’

Platinum and felt acrylicsSkim the paper for the criticsBaby’

You’re no good for meBaby you’re no good for meYou’re

French vanilla ice cream, just the way I likeDripping

All my friends tell me I should move onI’

I don’t know why you’re, Looking at those

He’s my drugstore cowboy, Italian aloic, Classical american.

I won’t cry myself to sleep, like a sucker.

Come when you call me, Come when you call me.

Share my body and my mind with you That’

My pussy tastes like pepsi cola,My eyes are widelike

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were

Take me in your fast car Mercedes Kissing on your neck

And… my heartRunning on a… rivieranceI’

Don’t say I’ll see you later alligator, so cuteWhen

Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problemLying

They say I’m too young to love you I don’

Every Saturday night I get, Dressed up to ride for