wildside

Seventeen on a Sunday driving home from L.A.
It’s been a hell day
Fancy seeing you soundly acting like you know me
I don’t know what to say
It’s been a year, have you made any money?
Have you done anything or no?
Seventeen on a Sunday driving home from L.A.
Losing my head and my life, ain’t mine
Maybe I’m crazy, I’m young, I’m lost
Maybe that’s alright and then
Someone says, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
I said, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the load days
And I don’t have a face
Feeling something on my shoulder
Hell is freezing over, but you never complain
Why’d he laugh when I wasn’t even funny?
I’m just a girl on the song that I wrote
Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the load days
Losing my head and my life, ain’t mine
Maybe I’m crazy, I’m young, I’m lost
Maybe that’s alright and then
Someone says, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
I said, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
Someone says, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
I said, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside
Someone says, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside»
I said, «Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside