Are you back in Greenwich dropping acid?Are you at

In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angelLiving

What happen to… nobody does it better?

Doomed from the startWe met with a goodbye kiss, I

Gramma said she’ll leave the lights on for meGramma

You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of goldPumping

I drop it like it’s hot,On the pole, on the pole.

[Verse 1]Are you gonna hurt me now?Or are you gonna

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don’

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.