That taste 
All I ever needed 
All I ever wanted 
Too dumb to surrender 

She shakes 
Like the mornin' railway 
She's checking me out 
With someone on her shoulder 

The lamp 
Flickers in the bedroom 
She must feel as awkward 
Whorehouse Arizona 

And I go 
Stand up to a giant 
Say that I'm a fighter 
Too drunk to remember 
Too drunk to… 

Shake hands 

My face 
Lying on the pavement 
Tasting something awful 
I hate when that happens 

She waves 
Thinkin' that it's sexy 
She must be plum crazy 
I kinda think I like her 
I kinda think I do