Saw you walking round the pool,winking with your tongue poking out. You wore cherry lipstick before any of the other boys did that. I remember you came to a basement party all dolled up, but you were awfully late. I held you close when I danced with you, people thought I was straight. You let the lights drift past from that disco ball when you whispered in my ear. I think I see a terrible end to me, I’m getting the fuck out of here!
Hot Frizz, changed her name to Liz. Went to San Francisco and you didn’t come back.
I was trying to keep to track of you. I hear the police were, too. They said you were doing drugs. (Well maybe just a small mountain.) Then they said you were in a shootout and dyed your crazy hair in a fountain.
Hot Frizz, changed her name to Liz. Went to San Francisco and you didn’t come back.
I can still see you, coming down the basement stairs with that halo on your head saying you’d been everywhere.
Years later I went to San Francisco. I heard you became quite the party girl. They showed me your flyers from Club Uranus. You were beautiful, but they said you danced too hard. They showed me where you used to live. People were selling their things on Fashion Fence. Oh, they said you were so creative, you had a gallery show once, but you never arrived.
They said you left when your place burned down. You stole a car and tore off fast. Everybody thought that you got too dark; wherever you went, you wouldn’t last.
Hot Frizz, changed her name to Liz. Went to San Francisco and you didn’t come back. You never came back.
How you feeling, Concord? How you doing in Pinole? Down in Hercules?
How you feeling in Vallejo? You feeling it in Pinole? Ah yeah! I know some of you are having a party in your car, yeah I know some of you are feeling it in the car. Down in Concord, behind the pet store. Would you light us up in Concord?