Greasy Heart
Lady, you keep asking why he likes you. How come?
Wonder why he wants more if he’s just had some.
Boys, she’s got more to play with in the way of toys.
Lady’s eyes go off and on with a finger full of glue,
Lips are drawn upon her face in come-to-me tattoo.
Creamy suntan color that fades when she bathes.
Paper dresses catch on fire and you lose her in the haze.
Don’t ever change lady, he likes you that way.
Because he just had his hair done and he wants to use your wig,
He’s going off the drug thing cause his veins are getting big,
He wants to sell his paintings but the market is slow.
They’re only paying him two grams now for a one-man abstract show.
Don’t ever change people even if you can.
You are your own best toy to play with; remote control hands.
Made for each other. Made in Japan.
Woman with a greasy heart, automatic man.
Don’t ever change people. Your face will hit the fan.
Don’t ever change people even if you can.
Don’t change before the empire falls.
You laugh so hard you crack the walls.
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