wildside

17 on a Sunday, driving home from L.A It's been a hell day Fancy seeing you soundly, acting like you know me I don't know what to say It's been a year, have you made any money? Have you done anything or no? 17 on a Sunday, driving home from L.A Losing my head and my life, ain't mine Maybe I'm crazy, I'm young, I'm lost Maybe that's alright and then Someone says, "Hey girl Take a walk on the wildside" I said, "Hey girl (hey girl) Take a walk on the wildside" Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the low days And I don't have a face Feeling something on my shoulder Hell is freezing over, but you never complain Why they laughin' when I wasn't even funny? I'm just a girl on the song that I wrote Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the low days Losing my head and my life, ain't mine Maybe I'm crazy, I'm young, I'm lost Maybe that's alright and then Someone says, "Hey girl Take a walk on the wildside" I said, "Hey girl (hey girl) Take a walk on the wildside" (hey girl) Someone says, "Hey girl (ooh-oh-oh, ay) Take a walk on the wildside" I said, "Hey girl Take a walk on the wildside" (N-n-n-n-n-n-no, no, no)