That tasteAll I ever needed
All I ever wanted
To dumb to surrender
She shakesLike a morning railway
Checking me out
Someone on her shoulder
Her lamp
Flickers in her bedroomShe must feel as awkward
Whorehouse Arizona
Now go
Stand up to a giantSay that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to
Shake hands
My faceIs layin' on the pavement
Tastin' something awful
I hate when that happens
And she waves
Thinking that it's sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do
