There was an attempt. They can't all be winners. Might as well have fun with it.
lyrics
She came out lookin’ like a war torn limousine
Smellin’ like cigarettes and broken Hollywood dreams
Wearin’ fuck me pumps and headlights set on high beams
Got me a weakness for them high class trailer park queens
Gypsy woman show me all your secret things
Where you been flyin’ with them witchy woman wings
You the great escape, Lawd, you the stuff of po’ boy dreams
I’m a puppet baby and you holdin’ all my strings
Yes, it’s getting too late
But I don’t wanna see you go
No, I don’t wanna wait
Girl I would love to take you home
Just a whisper away
Don’t leave me hangin’ in the cold
There ain’t much left to say
Might as well do it just for show
Gotta say girl, you done a number on me
It’s the witching hour, why don’t we get a little more free
What’s that baby, can’t hear you when you’re on your knees
Whatchu mean girl, you don’t look like no man to me
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