Arizona

That taste

All I ever needed

All I ever wanted

Too dumb to surrender

She shakes

Like the morning railway

Checking me out

With someone on her shoulder

The lamp

Flickers in the 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 laying on the pavement

Tasting something awful

I hate when that happens

She waves

Thinking that its sexy

She must be plum crazy

I kinda think I like her

I kinda think I do