[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