Nobody's Nixon

I'm nobody's hustler

No pinky ring around my finger

But I've driven in my share of limousines

My girl dressed in sequins

Shine just like a Vegas singer

And I'm up all night avoiding scary dreams

So goodbye to the ladies

Who waits in the rafters

Goodbye to the feelers

Out there on the street

Oh, goodbye to the babies

Goodbye to the rabies

Goodbye to getting high and eating meat

I'm nobody's puppy

I'm not your doggy-woggy either

But I have bitten many other men

I'm nobody's voodoo

I'm not your paranoia either

But I tape-record every phone call that I get

I once was a Quaker

'Til my market made it bigger

Now I spend my life fighting off regret

So goodbye to the ladies

Who waits in the rafters

Goodbye to the feelers

Out there on the street

Oh, goodbye to the babies (oh)

Goodbye to the rabies (oh)

Goodbye to getting high and eating meat (oh)

I'm nobody's sweetheart

I blame nobody but myself

'Cause I know you were looking out for me

(Oh, oh, oh)

I know you were looking out for me

(Oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, I know you were looking out for me