Shake me of my innocence
And [?] right on the floor, yeah
Marijuana, Tijuana
Jesus, I want more
Yeah
Fully operational and halfway faded out
I am flowers without stems
I am the boy, without a doubt
Lisa told me you were home
I called you on your cell
You picked it up and shrugged me off
And I went back to hell
In my teeny tiny teesy weensy place in Brooklyn Heights
Where the world is not my oyster
But a series of bad nights
Shake me of my innocence
(Yeah, yeah)
Beat me up with broken gla**
Throw me to the hounds
I am desperate for chocolate and sleeping on the ground
In my teensy weensy tiny teeny place in Brooklyn Heights
Where Washington meets Sterling Place
And pancakes make it right
I'm a murder
Of pizza
I'm afraid to comb my hair
I'm a little overweight
But you promise me you don't care
There's a song I sing when I'm alone
I think it's Peter Tosh
I'm not so into reggae
But his voice
Well oh my gosh
Shake me of my innocence
(Yeah, yeah)