All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
And finish the wine
In your luxury basement.
They swing in velvet and pearls
And like t to debate
Pollock and Kline,
Ginsberg and Corso.
With a slight foreign accent
You drip the paint from a can
And abundantly blush and an invisible sun
But instead of a brush
You wish you had a gun!

If 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,*give me love
Of every kind!

All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
They never complain
As they lean on my back
They walk-in walk in with fancy hellos
To great greet the unknown
And redecorate my second-hand wardrobe
With 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 ghost!

If they I leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You’ll be begging them me blind
Give me love, give me love,give me love
Of every kind!