Breakfast With Lou - Jesse Jo Stark

Same bleach, same steeze

Same old blue jeans

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same face, same plate

Same old good taste

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

See the sunrise light his lonesome face

He takes a walk down to his favorite place

He nods to the waitress

Another sunday, honey alone

And when the city gets loud

He comes to cool it down with me

Same lips, same kicks

Same old leather zip

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same look, same walk

Same old sleek talk

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

We sit down at the velvet booth in the back

Lou orders his pancakes double stacked

He starts the talking, he’s telling me

All about his paradise

He’s got a rock’n’roll heart

And he’d tore it apart for me

Same freaks, same creeps

Same old dirty streets

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

Same dreams, same steeze

Tell me what it all means

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

He speaks low when it’s loud around

And takes advantage of that quiet sound

I keep on wondering what he’s thinking about

And while he’s talking to me

And at the end of the seat

Puts on his GGT

Takes a look at me and leaves

Dark shades, black suede

Just another perfect day

I wanna have breakfast with Lou

White light, white heat

Coney Island, back beat

I wanna have breakfast with Lou