Mojave 3 - My Life in Art lyrics

Wendy gets high for the 2nd show I watch her dance and I watch her flow For a dollar She dreams of Vegas and the desert trips Where she can dance and she can make A lot of money She left her home in a pick-up truck Left her husband when he beat her up And now she works all night But the Kansas wind won't freeze Her heart No the rain just rolls right off her back She's gonna be alright Just tell me about the boulevards Tell me about your life in art Yeah tell me about the boulevards Cos Europe always seemed so far You look so young and your talk so old Lighten up babe I might just take you Home if you're lucky You read some books and they Broke your heart But you don't know One thing about life Your just a pretty boy And those bums on the corner will take your time Sell you their stories for a nickel And a dime You could learn something And she stares so hard a those neon lights I swear to god she's gonna bust them up She's gonna bust them up Just tell me about the boulevards Tell me about your life in art Yeah tell me about the boulevards Cos Europe always seemed so far She laughs as she lights A cigarette Throws her arms around my neck She says I'll k** you just for trying Cos you don't even have the money Just buy me a drink and we'll call It quits Tell me all about your pretty boy face