Butch Walker - East Coast Girl lyrics

Yeah everything's going pretty par for the course Got back problems, grey hair, craving a Porsche If you make it this far without k**ing yourself You got it made though Got a little place in Venice next to a lady with nine cats Walk up Abbott Kinney watching business collapse It all reminds me when you moved here from New York in '88 Yeah So Johnnie tell me that you're alright I wanna cover you up tonight Give me one more chance to show you something real You can run but you can't hide It's a cruel, cruel summer outside Shine on little baby, you're too good for this world Just another broken east coast girl There's a guy on Lincoln Boulevard where I get my medication I wake up after three hours and I fall asleep, mid-conversation I'm pretty sure it's a habit But I'll talk myself out of that one too, you know You were always good at talking us out of trouble with the cops Made everybody feel good about the fact that they were not I just wish I could go back in time and find that perfect moment for you So Johnnie tell me that you're alright I wanna cover you up tonight Give me one more chance to show you something real You can run but you can't hide It's a cruel, cruel summer outside Shine on little baby, you're too good for this world Just another broken east coast girl Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you now? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you now? So Johnnie tell me that you're alright I wanna cover you up tonight Give me one more chance to show you something real You can run but you can't hide It's a cruel, cruel summer outside Shine on little baby, you're too good for this world Just another broken east coast girl Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you now? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you? Baby, baby, baby where are you now?