All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
And finish the wine
In your luxury basementThey swing in velvet and pearls
And like to debate
Pollock and Kline
Ginsberg and CorsoWith a slight foreign accent
You drip the paint from a can
And abundantly blush
An invisible sun
But instead of a brush
You wish you had a gunIf they leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You'll be begging them blind
Give me love, give me love of every kindAll the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
They never complain
As they lean on my backThey walk-in with fancy hellos
To greet the unknown
And redecorate
My second-hand wardrobeWith a fashionable smack
I sip the rest of the wine
While I hear them repeat
What upsets me the most
That instead of a man
I married a ghostIf I leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You'll be begging me blind
Give me love, give me love of every kindYou'll be begging me blind
Give me love, give me love of every kind