Arizona

That taste

All I ever needed

All I ever wanted

To dumb to surrender



She shakes

Like a morning railway

Ch-ch-checking me out

Someone on her shoulder



Her lamp

Flickers in her bedroom

She must feel as awkward

Whorehouse Arizona



Now go

Stand up to a giant

Say that I'm a fighter

Too drunk to remember

Too drunk to,



Shake hands

My face

Is layin' on the pavement

Tasting something awful

I hate when that happens



And she waves

Thinking that it's sexy

She must be plum crazy

I kinda think I like her

I kinda think I do