wildside

17 on a Sunday, driving home from L.A
It's been a hell day
Fancy seeing you soundly, acting like you know me
I don't know what to say
It's been a year, have you made any money?
Have you done anything or no?
17 on a Sunday, driving home from L.A

Losing my head and my life, ain't mine
Maybe I'm crazy, I'm young, I'm lost
Maybe that's alright and then

Someone says, "Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside"
I said, "Hey girl (hey girl)
Take a walk on the wildside"

Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the low days
And I don't have a face
Feeling something on my shoulder
Hell is freezing over, but you never complain
Why they laughin' when I wasn't even funny?
I'm just a girl on the song that I wrote
Feeling naked in the showcase, lose it in the low days

Losing my head and my life, ain't mine
Maybe I'm crazy, I'm young, I'm lost
Maybe that's alright and then

Someone says, "Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside"
I said, "Hey girl (hey girl)
Take a walk on the wildside" (hey girl)

Someone says, "Hey girl (ooh-oh-oh, ay)
Take a walk on the wildside"
I said, "Hey girl
Take a walk on the wildside" (N-n-n-n-n-n-no, no, no)



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Wahlberg, Amir Q. Shakir, Lou A Reed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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