Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild Child, artist - Joseph Arthur. Album song Lou, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
Wild Child |
I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghises Khan suit |
And his wizard’s hat |
He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' a new sound track |
And then we spoke of kids on the coast |
And different types of organic soap |
And the way suicides don’t leave notes, |
Then we spoke of Loraine, always back to Lorraine |
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 |
We spoke of the movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse |
And the way life at times can get worse, Then we spoke of Loraine, |
Always back to Lorraine |
Ah, she’s a wild child, and nobody can get at her |
She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her |
Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone |
Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, |
Hey, baby, can I have some spare change |
Oh, can I break your heart? |
She’s a wild child, she’s a wild child |
I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her I’ll But |
Life is the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills |
But she’d come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the |
Time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke of Loraine, |
Ah, always back to Lorraine |
I was talking to Ed who’s been reported dead by mutual friends |
He thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him |
So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese |
And sang of our lives and our dreams |
And how things can come apart at the seams |
And we talk of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine |
She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get at her |
She’s a wild child, oh, and nobody can get to her |
Sleepin' out on the street, oh, livin' all alone |
Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please, |
Oh, baby, can I have some spare change |
Now can I break your heart?" |
She’s a wild child, she’s a wild child |