Lady Solinas
You drip it out your handbag
And place it on his back baby
He lost your script and writings
Oh ain't that a real drag

So don’t scrape your polish, girl
It came from Andy’s paint
And by the way he loves you 

So make a quick decision 
A killer or a feminist
You know she was a queen too
And a killer of your scene 

So don’t scrape your polish, girl
It came from Andy’s paint
And by the way he loves you 

Lady Solinas get on your feet
Feel sick and dirty
Your hands are nearly weak
Lady Solinas what’s in your head
You killed Andy 
And avant garde is dead 

Lady Solinas get on your feet
Feel sick and dirty
Your hands are nearly weak
Lady Solinas what’s in your head
You killed Andy 
And avant garde is dead