I woke in the ghetto on the ground
and that girls blissful eyes could not be found...
and my wallet is gone.
Call the police! Get the Don and his father!
Brush off my pants. Ibuprofen and water.
I woke in the ghetto on the ground
and that girl was gone...

I did a dance with the damsel running in place,
how was I to know that girls round here can only take?
So now I'm chasing the damsel moving in place, misplaced!
Alone, anomaly on a street without a face.

Get the don and his father!
Shirt wreaks of gin! Oxycontin and water.
I woke up on Vine st. on the ground
and that girl was gone...

I did a dance with the damsel running in place,
how was I to know that girls round here can only take?
So now I'm chasing the damsel moving in place, misplaced!
Alone, anomaly on a street without a face.

Call the police! Nobody can help or save you now!
Call the police! Nobody can help or save you now!

I did a dance with the damsel running in place,
how was I to know that girls round here can only take?
So now I'm chasing the damsel moving in place, misplaced!
Alone, anomaly on a street without a face.


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