You're like a Coney Island Working class fun Pretty run down in a long run Beautiful ashtray full of cigarette butts Lipstick traces on cold cuts
On the way down falling stars collide Nothing to show no more and nothing to hide You gave me a lift it was a lonely ride Now I'm born again Christian with rough guide
Thrift store wedding dresses, no more second guesses Nothing new or borrowed or beat to blue Wending machine rings bald Michael Bolton sings "How am I supposed to live without you"
Two wrongs seldom makes it right But constant struggle keeps you warm at night You are no perfect and I'm less so But please say "Yes" and let's give it a go
Thrift store wedding dresses, no more second guesses Nothing new or borrowed or beat to blue Wending machine rings bald Michael Bolton sings "How am I supposed to live without you"