Your lungs fill up with concrete, her voice is all you can hear
Red lips and a screw driver
Wrapped around some mink-clad smear
and you know that she's a diamond in this damn juke-box hell
'Cause fool's gold only fools fools
In two-bit hotels
But she's cooler than all that
She's a real high class cat
She's queen of the last dance rodeo
But under the gas lamp the air is thick and velveteen
Your bones fill with hunger
Your heart fills with longing
You're no longer human, you're an insatiable hole
You wanna bury your face forever
In the navel of her soul
'Cause you know all you need is a heart to call home
All you need is a heart to call home
That's all
Light bulbs and nylons and plastic chandeliers
Objects are only objects
They can't feel when you're near
And tangerine lips and lily white breasts
These things are eternal
Inside them humanity rests
Her skin is like a seashell
So you listen to her soul
Like an old-time radio show
But don't wander too far
My one constant star
Darkness exists except where you are
My feet are filled with wandering
They follow your own
'Cause everywhere you are feels like home
So search all you miners, you hunters of dreams
Look in the alleyways for what you know
Is not what it seems
And feign all you maidens, but don't resist too long
Least you look behind you
and see your own shadow is gone
Don't you know it's the last rodeo
You gotta find yourself a cowboy
or someone to keep you warm when it snows
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