[Verse 1]
I wish I could walk like the streets
Oh man how they can walk
With all the years of watching
With the bruises made while trying
[Verse 2]
I wish I was not your who*e
How easy it would be
But sugar pie, I'm yours
I'm your working girl
[Chorus]
Drunk old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least he got something to sing to
[Verse 3]
I still don't know if it has feelings
'C-Cause hearing it talk
Is like a bruise of the heart that infects
While trying to scratch it off
[Chorus]
Drunk old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least he got something to sing to
[Bridge]
But babe, I can't do that
Babe, I can't do that
Anymore
No, no, no
[Chorus]
Drunk old Paul
He shot his lover
At least he could write about it all
At least he got something to sing to