Bataclan'72 - Wild Child | Текст песни

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I was talking to Chuck in his Ghengis Khan suit
and his wizard's hat
We were talking about the movie he made
and his new soundtrack

Then we talked about kids on the coast
and different kinds of organic soap
And the way suicides don't leave notes
Then we talked about Lorraine
it always gets back to Lorraine

I was talking to Phil, he was addicted to pills
and small racing cars
He'd given 'em up since his last crack-up
had carried him too far

Then we spoke of rhythm and verse
about the different ways an actress can hold her purse
And the way life at times could get worse
Then we talked 'bout Lorraine
it always comes down to Lorraine

She's a wild child
and nobody can get at her
She's a wild child
woh, nobody can get to her

Sleeping out on the street
Woh, living all alone
without a house or a home
and then she asked you, hey please
hey baby, can I have some spare change
Can I break your heart

She's a wild child
she's a wild child

I was..

I was talking to Betty about her auditions
somehow they made her so ill
You know that life of the theater is certainly fraught
with many spills and chills, ah

Then she settled down after some wine
which is what happens most of the time
Then we both sat and spoke in rhyme
Till we'll be back to Lorraine
it always gets back to Lorraine

I'd been talking to Ed who'd been reported dead
by some mutual friends
He thought it was funny that I had no money
to spend on him

Then we sat down and ate some sweet cheese
and talked about our lives and our dreams
And the way things can come apart at the seams
Then we talked about Lorraine
it always gets back to Lorraine, oh

She's a wild child
yeah, nobody can get at her
She's a wild child
and nobody can get to her

Sleeping out on the streets
Woh, living all alone
without a house or a home
then she asked you, hey please
baby, can I have some spare change
Can I break your heart

She's a wild child
she's a wild child
She's a wild child


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