The mid 20's doors,
around the hots black and blue,
the chill of boys.
I told my knees I'll get into you cause I need it.
To find out what the thing was for,
I've been reading.
A man time came to explore.
I went AFIRE cause I thought,
like I liked it.
Little tease,
but I didn't mean it.
But
you mess with the goods, doll, you gotta pay.
A good time was guaranteed for one and all.
The tattoos,
target practice in the hall while we're tan.
A four down number to get called out.
I, I, I, I found out what the wait was about.
I was a good time.
Yeah,
I got pretty good.
Changing tires, upstairs bro.
I shot my mouth
off and you show me what that ho was for.
Now I see you,
all impressed and half undressed,
you got a paint stick.
I love the scars and lumps and bumps,
you little boys.
I got you where I used to lay,
well,
ha ha,
I'm too bad.
But you don't know what they say.
Stop sniveling.
You're gonna make some plastic surgeon a rich man.
All for the prestige and the glory.
And let our human interest story.
You are that.