All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
And finish the wine
In your luxury basement.
They swing in velvet and pearls
And like t debate
Pollock and Kline,
Ginsberg and Korsow.
With a slight foreign accent
You drip the paint from a can
And abundantly blush and invisible sun
But instead of a brush
You wish you had a gun!
If they leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You'll be begging them blind
Give me love, give me love, give me love
Of every kind!
All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
They never complain
As they lean on my back
They walk-in with fancy hellos
To great the unknown
And redecorate my second-hand wardrobe
With a fashionable smack,
I sip the rest of the wine
While I hear them repeat what upsets me the most
That instead of a man, I married a ghost!
If they leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You'll be begging them blind
Give me love, give me love, give me love
Of every kind!