Doreen

Well when I first met Doreen she was barely 17

She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar

And the way she tossed them back, I nearly had a heart attack

'Cause as it is I let her drive my car

We were galloping through the Burroughs like a pair of horny thoroughbreds

Until I said: "stop the car, Doreen"

And you can roll your eyes and nod but I swear that I saw God

In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens

Doreen, Doreen

Last night I had an awful dream

You were lying in the arms of a man I'd never seen

Come clean

Doreen

Come clean

Doreen

We were rolling into Cleveland in a seven seater tour van

There's 8 of us and I'm sleeping on the floor

And the guy who plays the banjo keeps on passing me the Old Crow

It multiplies my sorrow I can't take it anymore

Now I'm begging and I'm pleading: "well pull over guys I'm bleeding"

There's a Fina off the highway with a phone

And I'm calling you Doreen and it rings and rings and rings

Where is it that you are if you're not in our bed at home?

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