| I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghises Khan suit
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| And his wizard’s hat
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| He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track
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| And then we spoke of kids on the coast
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| And different types of organic soap
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| And the way suicides don’t leave notes,
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| Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine
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| I was speakin' to Bill who was given to pills and small racing cars He Had given them up since his last crack-up had carried him too far Then
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| We spoke of the movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse
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| And the way life at times can get worse, Then we spoke of Loraine,
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| Always back to Lorraine
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| Ah, she’s a wild child, and nobody can get at her
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| She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her
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| Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone
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| Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please,
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| Hey, baby, can I have some spare change
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| Oh, can I break your heart?
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| She’s a wild child, she’s a wild child
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| I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her I’ll But
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| Life is the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills
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| But she’d come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the
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| Time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke of Loraine,
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| Ah, always back to Lorraine
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| I was talking to Ed who’s been reported dead by mutual friends
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| He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him
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| So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese
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| And sang of our lives and our dreams
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| And how things can come apart at the seams
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| And we talk of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine
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| She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get at her
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| She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her
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| Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone
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| Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please,
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| Oh, baby, can I have some spare change
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| Now can I break your heart?"
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| She’s a wild child, she’s a wild child |