Darling Burroughs couldn't do it any better

Mixing all the signals

Left me to unravel

All your good intentions

Aren't getting any better

You are just a walker

Professional couch crasher

I walk down all your streets

Looking for your junk-struck heart

I walk down all your streets

Ah charmer

Love me like a stripper

Get away with murder

Silly little hipster

I know you have a weakness

For candy and cigarettes

Girls in boots and dresses

Paperbacks and poolhalls

I walk down all your streets

Looking for your junk-struck heart

I walk down all your streets

Had a brush with gravity

But everybody knows

That you're looking through her records

While she's taking off her clothes

Had a brush with gravity

But since it's come apart

I'm still looking for new evidence

Of your slow rock and roll start

I walk down all your streets

Looking for your junk-struck heart

I walk down all your streets

Looking for...

Shooting for your junk-struck heart