That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender
She shakes
Like a morning railway
Ch-ch-checking me out
Someone on a shoulder
The lamp
Flickers in the bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Whore house Arizona
Now go
Stand up to a giant
Said that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to
Shake hands
My face
Is laying on the pavement
Tasting something awful
I hate when that happens
And she waves
Thinking that its sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do
