Lyrics to Famous Girl
I'm in need of her hips
But the rain has battered the autumn's last red blazing leaf
She just left this morning and the clouds are mourning
The last cigarette an old souvenir
Yeah I'm a chain smoker and I'm in need of a cocaine rush
I'm a rare toker without the cash of my famous girl
And now that she's gone I'm soaked to the bone
A fine silhouette of a broken match
Will she ever come back to me
My famous girl
And now I'll dance to her song
And the light will shine on all that's dark, cruel and poor
I fought not to fall but stumbled to my needs
A polished revival of foolish desires
Yeah I'm a chain smoker and I'm in need of a cocaine rush
I'm a tired crook without the heart of my famous girl
Now that she's free, what's left for me?
A cold silver stone shackled to my chest
Will she ever come back to me
My famous girl
And now I know that she's gone
But I'm so blind I still hear her lips on my ear
I just packed my bags, and I'm going far
Farther than the end of the Roman road
'Cause I'm a mean drifter in the wheel of a Russian gun
Yes I'm a sick bastard without the kisses of my famous girl
Now that I'll die for her will you let me go
To my final destination
Or will she come back in time
My famous girl
But the rain has battered the autumn's last red blazing leaf
She just left this morning and the clouds are mourning
The last cigarette an old souvenir
Yeah I'm a chain smoker and I'm in need of a cocaine rush
I'm a rare toker without the cash of my famous girl
And now that she's gone I'm soaked to the bone
A fine silhouette of a broken match
Will she ever come back to me
My famous girl
And now I'll dance to her song
And the light will shine on all that's dark, cruel and poor
I fought not to fall but stumbled to my needs
A polished revival of foolish desires
Yeah I'm a chain smoker and I'm in need of a cocaine rush
I'm a tired crook without the heart of my famous girl
Now that she's free, what's left for me?
A cold silver stone shackled to my chest
Will she ever come back to me
My famous girl
And now I know that she's gone
But I'm so blind I still hear her lips on my ear
I just packed my bags, and I'm going far
Farther than the end of the Roman road
'Cause I'm a mean drifter in the wheel of a Russian gun
Yes I'm a sick bastard without the kisses of my famous girl
Now that I'll die for her will you let me go
To my final destination
Or will she come back in time
My famous girl
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