(+) The Velvet Swing
All the beautiful girlsThey wanna stay lateAnd finish the wineIn your luxury basement.They swing in velvet and pearlsAnd like t debatePollock and Kline,Ginsberg and Korsow.With a slight foreign accentYou drip the paint from a canAnd abundantly blush and invisible sunBut instead of a brushYou wish you had a gun!If they leave you alone with your miseryDeep in the fire of your fameYou'll be begging them blindGive me love, give me love, give me loveOf every kind!All the beautiful girlsThey wanna stay lateThey never complainAs they lean on my backThey walk-in with fancy hellosTo great the unknownAnd redecorate my second-hand wardrobeWith a fashionable smack,I sip the rest of the wineWhile I hear them repeat what upsets me the mostThat instead of a man, I married a ghost!If they leave you alone with your miseryDeep in the fire of your fameYou'll be begging them blindGive me love, give me love, give me loveOf every kind!