Out of Vogue

I was lost in the forest and accosted by a chorus of rich kids
With facelifts and cowlicks
And guns in their wallets
And burns upon the tops of their snakeskin
With such beautiful phrasing

Who's got
Who's got
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby's calling me from the county clink
My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy
Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me

I was drowning in the water
And found there by the daughter of a sea-king
A real powerful she thing
And summers turned to fall
And I've found I'm getting caught in the real thing
Oh what a beautiful feeling

Who's got
Who's got
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby's calling me from the county clink
My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy
Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me

Who's got
Who's got
The television on at the worst time of the week
My baby's calling me from the county clink
My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I'm crazy
Says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me



Credits
Writer(s): Evan James Allis
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