That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender

She shakes
Like a morning railway
Ch-ch-checking me out
Someone on a shoulder

The lamp
Flickers in the bedroom
She must feel it´s awkward
Whore house Arizona

Now go
Stand up to a giant
Said 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

And she waves
Thinking that its sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do