Breakfast With Lou

Same bleach, same steeze Same old blue jeans I wanna have breakfast with Lou Same face, same plate Same old good taste I wanna have breakfast with Lou See the sunrise light his lonesome face He takes a walk down to his favorite place He nods to the waitress Another Sunday, honey alone And when the city gets loud He comes to cool it down with me Same lips, same kicks Same old leather zip I wanna have breakfast with Lou Same look, same walk Same old sleek talk I wanna have breakfast with Lou We sit down at the velvet booth in the back Lou orders his pancakes double stacked He starts the talking, he's telling me All about his paradise He's got a rock 'n' roll heart And he tore it apart for me Same freaks, same creeps Same old dirty streets I wanna have breakfast with Lou Same dreams, same flings Tell me what it all means I wanna have breakfast with Lou He speaks low when it's loud around And takes advantage of that quiet sound I keep on wondering what he's thinking about And while he's talking to me And at the end of the seat Puts on his GGT Takes a look at me and leaves Dark shades, black suede Just another perfect day I wanna have breakfast with Lou White light, white heat Coney Island, back beat I wanna have breakfast with Lou