i Left my wallet in El Segundo
Hold up wait a minute was that Colorado
Cuz she was ice cold chocolate with a powdered nose
Kinda like an eskimo pie in the white snow
I was only 18 though I had a thing
For a woman who enjoyed a good time with a dime
Never thought I’d run into a dime with the mind
Of a fiend and the shape of an artist’s line
Fine like peach fuzz she was
Glass like frail I could tell
Ain’t that a shame proclaimed her mommy
Went from fresh meat to sliced salami
For a piece of bread she would spread
And mayonnaise a lot of people in that line
But she was already stuck in my heart
She kissed my head and blew my mind

if you want me baby i’ll take care of you, you probably do me wrong now yeah sad but true
you got your probelems baby i got my problems too i wont judge i dont care i wont tell
what have they done to you.

a summer breeze in the crease of the window whistle in the one bedroom we share
on the beach front ghetto of dogtown in front of box fans on high we stared
and to the wave breaks on sand and imagine if a duffle bag of dope would just wash up clean
and we would crawl in like boston jorge cuz boston jorge could afford nice things
she lay wet from the sex wet rope and on the ten tray my seech dead row
i sparked it
baby if you had a magic carpet where would you proceed to go?
she said im writing a book about me and its called runaway from fear but since i hit the chapter about cocaine i been stuck on this page… here

if you want me baby i’ll take care of you, you probably do me wrong now yeah sad but true
you got your problems baby i got my problems too i wont judge i dont care i wont tell
what have they done to you.

you aint gotta die a widow
you might be heart broke but not heratless
you made love to many people with bose and car and new clothes cuz you were the hot target
but only fools line the bulls eye
you gave me a loose not to climb and pull by and im illusioning youst why i see the good in you i feel i can prove why
we can sit inside of this car lay white lines on the dashboard top from a peak of a hollywood hill and thats to the sound of vintage rock and when the soul radio stops we can write a song about anything you want about
what you want to write about?
fill that page and we can write a page about
yesterday.

if you want me baby i’ll take care of you, you probably do me wrong now yeah sad but true
you got your problems baby i got my problems too i wont judge i dont care i wont tell
what have they done to you.