Beau

Jack peels the labels off all of his beers
And he lines them up like soldiers on my hand
Harvey's got a drinking problem, Nico likes to fight
Shirley's kisses taste like honey, but she ain't been home in a while

My friends all say Beau's their favorite
But I don't think he's the one
Their babies bring them bunches of lilies
My baby breaks my thumb

I sleep on a bed of white movie tickets
My Diet Coke catches the flies
I sleep on a bed covered in jackets
Cause I come in late every night

Like an empty home
@hen the bars all close
I'm alone on a Saturday night
When I give you a call
It might be Sunday morning by now
But I don't have the time

Take it easy, easy
You can lean on me if you need to
Take it easy, easy
Will you come to LA if I need you?



Credits
Writer(s): D Swaim
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