My Life in Art - Mojave 3

Wendy gets high for the 2nd show

I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar

She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips

Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money

She left her home in a pick-up truck

Left her husband when he beat her up and now she works all night

But the Kansas wind won’t freeze her heart

No, the rain just rolls right off her back, she’s gonna be alright

Just tell me 'bout the boulevards

Tell me 'bout your life in art

Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards

'Cause Europe always seemed so far

Look so young and you talk so old

Lighten up, babe, I just might take you home if you’re lucky

You read some books and they broke your heart

But you don’t know one thing about life, you’re just a pretty boy

And those bums on the corner will take your time

Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime, you could learn something

And she stares so hard at those neon lights

I swear to God, she’s gonna bust them up, she’s gonna bust them up Just tell me 'bout the boulevards

Yeah, tell me 'bout your life in art

Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards

'Cause Europe always seemed so far

She laughs as she lights a cigarette

Throws her arms around my head

She says, «I'll kill you, I’ll kill you just for trying

I’ll kill you just for trying»

'Cause you don’t have the money, you don’t have the money

Just buy me a drink and we’ll call it quits

Tell me all about your pretty boy face

Yeah, tell me all about your pretty boy face