My Life in Art

Wendy gets high for the second 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 about the boulevards Tell me about your life in art Yeah, tell me about the boulevards 'Cause Europe always seems so far You look so young and you talk so old Lighten up babe, I might just 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, yeah I swear to God she's gonna bust them up She's gonna bust them up Just tell me about the boulevards Yeah, tell me about your life in art Yeah, tell me about the boulevards 'Cause Europe always seems 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