Butch Walker and the Black Widows - Bodegas and Blood lyrics

Walking into a Bodega while she's cleaning out her nose Stuck here in Kenmare square without a place to go And it's a beautiful day And she's a beautiful face And she'll be fine And the car wash water oozes down the sidewalk city street Runs like the flow of blood from her legs down to the bathroom sink And as she looks at the street And then she looks at her feet And she is fine So it seems Yeah And it's days like these That keep me on my winning streak It's all a part of me And Mr. Harris runs the consignment store where she likes to get her jeans He was a regular at studio 54 hanging out with the other queens And he's the last of the five To make it out alive And he is fine So it seems Yeah And it's days like these That keep me on my winning streak It's all a part of me Little girl, she was an orphan she lost her folks when she was young Nobody never gave her nothing, she taught herself to get things done But if she smiles at everyone And she is made and loved And we are fine Yes we are Oh and it's days like these That keep me on my winning streak It's all a part of me