Death of a Party Girl

She was found wandering through the city clothed in night apparel
She drank and raved over her broken hopes
She was found groping in the dark through the halls of public buildings
And one day, she was no longer young

Sit with me for a while
Talk to me
Where did you go, when you went from me, long ago?
You always go away! And there's always the sound of you going away
And why do I come here? And remember
Remember what? Remember what?

She was sexy, she was sweet
Running barefoot in the street
Sipping wine out of a flask
Drinking vodka by the glass
Yeah, she used to knock 'em back
As fast as they would line them up

Still sexy but she's sad
And the headaches coming on
Only dancing out of habit
She doesn't recognize the song
How can the nights be getting long
When time feels like it's speeding up

She used to crush the pill right between her fingers
It used to kill the feeling but now the feeling lingers
And she did the drugs for fun
But now she does them just to stay up

Just to stay up
Just to stay up
Just to stay up
Just to stay up

And that's all you get, buy me a drink, buy me a drink, Kitty
You've had enough
I know, but you're a friend of mine
No drink
Lend me two dollars
I don't have it
Then I'll lend you some! Hundreds!
You ought to go home

Incognito at the bar
She could tell he was a star
By the way he wore his baseball cap
Slung low across his eyes
While beauties live and die
These playboys stay forever young

Which handsome stylish rake
Puts his hands around her waist
As she stumbles up the stairs
In a state of perfect grace
They would hold her just to hold her
But now it's 'cause she can't stand up

Running for the pleasure
Wearing down the flesh
And she has to go to sleep now
When she used to go to bed
Eyes closed because she felt it
But now it's 'cause she can't wake up

She can't wake up
She can't wake up
She can't wake up
She can't wake up
She can't wake up

There, young man, did you enjoy your dance?
Then buy me a drink
Well, what's your pleasure?
Oh, Kitty! A gin, gin is my pleasure
Well, drink away
Stop it, you're making fun, stop it, I'll kill you
No one will ever know, no one will ever know, no one will ever know
What?
This place we're in, the time



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Petering
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