Tekst
That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender
She shakes
Like a morning railway
Checking me out
Someone on her shoulder
Her lamp
Flickers in her bedroom
She must feel as awkward
Whorehouse Arizona
Now go
Stand up to a giant
Say that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to...
Shake hands
My face
Is laying on the pavement
Tasting something awful
I hate when that happens
She waved
Thinking that it's sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do
