Poor Little Rich Girl (Live at Ozen)

Hardly caught by lengthy hands
Stirred into a cocktail glass
Mother, she won't bother
Starve her with another

Shirley, Shirley let me go
Take your legs and temple stones
Take your spells and magic words
Shirley let me
Shirley go

Words will never make it clear
Words will never make it clear
Hold it tight, you'll never know
Look at me, I disappear

Shirley, Shirley let me go
Your button eyes, they do me wrong
Your long gone style, it's magical
Shirley let me
Shirley no

Your mad dog smile
It cleans my throat
Your liquid nights
They make me slope
Bourbon, Rye and midnight smokes
20 milligrams of coke
Dirty Florentinian whores
Mini vans and country roads
Shirley let me
Shirley go
Shirley let me
Shirley no



Credits
Writer(s): Shachar Albo
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