Grace Kelly Blues

The cut-rate mime walkin' through the dirty streets Of Paris in the hot August heat Sun melts, and the fake smile away Just lookin' for a place to stay The actress gave up all her old dreams And traded up, now she is a queen Royal families don't have time for that shit Your crystal ball, you keep it hid The tractor-trailer driver radios "Help me, someone, I'm out here all alone Truck drivin' the black night away Prayin' for the light of day" The kid in the mall works at hot dog on a stick His hat is a funny shape, his heart is a brick Takin' your order, he will look away He doesn't have a thing to say But me, I'm feelin' pretty good, as of now I'm not so sure when I got here, or how Sun meltin' the fake smile away I think you know, I'll be okay