Arizona

That taste All I ever needed All I ever wanted Too dumb to surrender She shakes Like a morning railway Checking me out Someone on her shoulder Her lamp Flickers in her bedroom She must feel as awkward Whorehouse Arizona Now go Stand up to a giant Say that I'm a fighter Too drunk to remember Too drunk to... Shake hands My face Is laying on the pavement Tasting something awful I hate when that happens She waved Thinking that it's sexy She must be plum crazy I kinda think I like her I kinda think I do