Guitars and grapefruit
Pistols and sunglassesYou said you'd write me a song
But you said the words got wrong
Oh how the tables turned
Now I'm your little song birdA million sketches
Spanning the years
Up the stairs
And through the tearsTake a toke
And bring me whiskey
You said loving you was hard
But I like it a little riskyToothy grin
Sharp mohawk
Sometimes I wish
You wouldn't stop stop