All the beautiful girls
They wanna stay late
And finish the wine
In your luxury basement
They swing in velvet and pearls
And like to debate
Pollock and Kline
Ginsberg and Korsow
With a slight foreign accent
You drip the paint from a can
And abundantly blush
An 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 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 greet 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 I leave you alone with your misery
Deep in the fire of your fame
You'll be begging me blind
Give me love, give me love of every kind
You'll be begging me blind
Give me love, give me love of every kind
