All of our friends were living uptown
Painting the bridges and flaming around
The neighborhood changed when they shut down the store
All the art dealers don't live here no more
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
Let me take your picture
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Nursery boys gave us the number to call
This brand new disease that was doing us all
The body of work
Throw it out on the street
All the art dealers are dead on their feet
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
These prison visitations
Start to take their toll
This kind of loneliness
Starts to get old
Mmm hmm
Ayyyyy
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
Nothing to show
Let me take your picture, honey
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Low Cut Connie - ART DEALERS Lyrics
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All of our friends were living uptown
Painting the bridges and flaming around
The neighborhood changed when they shut down the store
All the art dealers don't live here no more
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
Let me take your picture
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Nursery boys gave us the number to call
This brand new disease that was doing us all
The body of work
Throw it out on the street
All the art dealers are dead on their feet
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
These prison visitations
Start to take their toll
This kind of loneliness
Starts to get old
Mmm hmm
Ayyyyy
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
Nothing to show
Let me take your picture, honey
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Painting the bridges and flaming around
The neighborhood changed when they shut down the store
All the art dealers don't live here no more
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
Let me take your picture
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Nursery boys gave us the number to call
This brand new disease that was doing us all
The body of work
Throw it out on the street
All the art dealers are dead on their feet
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
These prison visitations
Start to take their toll
This kind of loneliness
Starts to get old
Mmm hmm
Ayyyyy
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
Nothing to show
Let me take your picture, honey
Let me see you smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
Mmm hmm
Writer: ADAM RANDALL WEINER
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing