Downtown

Cast me in your vintage movie

Snap me in the flashback scene

If you want a backlit beauty

Watch me from the mezzanine

I know ya got an astro blue Skylark

We could take a ride around

Hair up, top down, to Raksha

But don't, mm

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

I told you not to take me down

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

Bet you had sweet little picture

Sipping on a long stem drink

Soft backs, deep thoughts

Everything thats fits your married man fantasy

But there's a break in the blockade

Take the trap door to the underground

You think you know where we're going

But you don't, don't, don't

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

I told you not to take me down

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

Are you listening now?

Newsflash, and I'm playing jacks in the broom closet of Bunga's Death

With an illusionist in a dust pan, and a grown man called "Kid"

And it is my turn, they keep on saying it's my turn

And the room is swaying and my words

Getting further from the part of me that's making the sound

And it gets loud, without realizing you not by my side

Even though we tied our shoes together

As not to lose each other

And now I'm barefoot and body-painted

And Kid is chewing on your shoelaces

And why God, oh, why God did you not listen when I

Told you not to take me downtown, baby

I told you not to take me down

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

Are you listening now?

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

I told you not to take me down

I told you not to take me downtown, baby

Are you listening now?