She left some cargo pants on the floor, said she won't be back any more
There's a kid two gardens away been squawking Wonderwall all day
On my Betty Page centerfold, my cup of coffee's growing cold
It's such a bleak place to be, this Alcatraz I call me
She felt tipped a message on my disco shoes
I could say I loved you, but it wouldn't be true
You only wanted me 'cause I looked like Ava Gardner
Like in some French arthouse movie, all Chardonnay and ennui
Still her touch felt like rain on my skin
Why don't that kid just pack it in
I've got my cigarettes and my pills
I watch the sun dip over indigo hills
Pick up her scent on a magazine, she's like some country
I've never been