文本歌词

Wendy gets high
for the 2nd show
I watch her dance
and I watch her flow for a dollar
She dreams of Vegas
and the desert strips
Where she can dance
and she can make a lot of money
She left her home
in a pick-up truck
Left her husband
when he beat her up
And now she works all night
But the Kansas wind
won't freeze her heart
No, the rain just rolls right
off her back
She's gonna be alright
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far
You look so young
and you talk so old
Listen up, babe
I just take you home
if you're lucky
You read some books
and some make broke your heart
But you don't know one thing about life
You're just a pretty boy
And these bums on the corner
will take your time
Sell you their stories
for a nickel and a dime
You could learn something
And she stares so hard
at those neon lights
I swear to god
she's gonna bust them up
She's gonna bust them up
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Yeah, Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far
She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Throws her arms around my neck
She says 'I'll kill you'
'I'll kill you just for trying'
'I'll kill you just for trying'
''Cause you don't even have the money'
'You don't have the money'
'Just buy me a drink
and we'll call it quits'
'Tell me all about your pretty boy face'
'Tell me all about your pretty boy face'