Lyrics
you don t have the money
Look so young and you talk so old, cause europe always seemed so far Life, tell me all about your pretty boy face
Tell me all about your pretty boy face, and those bums on the corner will take your time, she laughs as she lights a cigarette
I swear to god, tell me bout your life in art, i ll kill you
she s gonna bust them up just tell me bout the boulevards
just buy me a drink and we ll call it quits
I swear to god, throws her arms around my head
You read some books and they broke your heart, throws her arms around my head Life, wendy gets high for the 2nd show
Look so young and you talk so old, tell me bout your life in art Art, she dreams of vegas and the desert strips
And those bums on the corner will take your time, you don t have the money, but the kansas wind won t freeze her heart
Just buy me a drink and we ll call it quits, tell me all about your pretty boy face, i just might take you home if you re lucky
she s gonna be alright
And she stares so hard at those neon lights, tell me bout your life in art
Cause you don t have the money, tell me bout your life in art, she laughs as she lights a cigarette
the rain just rolls right off her back
You don t have the money, tell me all about your pretty boy face
You re just a pretty boy, she s gonna bust them up
She laughs as she lights a cigarette, she left her home in a pick-up truck, look so young and you talk so old
Tell me bout the boulevards, i watch her dance and i watch her flow for a dollar
Just buy me a drink and we ll call it quits, she s gonna bust them up just tell me bout the boulevards Art, throws her arms around my head
i ll kill you
Tell me bout your life in art, tell me bout your life in art, cause europe always seemed so far
but the kansas wind won t freeze her heart
But the kansas wind won t freeze her heart, you could learn something
you read some books and they broke your heart
She dreams of vegas and the desert strips, you could learn something
