Butch Walker şarkı sözleri
Walking into a Bodega while she's cleaning out her noseStuck here in Kenmare square without a place to goAnd it's a beautiful dayAnd she's a beautiful faceAnd she'll be fineAnd the car wash water oozes down the sidewalk city streetRuns like the flow of blood from her legs down to the bathroom sinkAnd as she looks at the streetAnd then she looks at her feetAnd she is fineSo it seemsYeahAnd it's days like theseThat keep me on my winning streakIt's all a part of meAnd Mr. Harris runs the consignment store where she likes to get her jeansHe was a regular at studio 54 hanging out with the other queensAnd he's the last of the fiveTo make it out aliveAnd he is fineSo it seemsYeahAnd it's days like theseThat keep me on my winning streakIt's all a part of meLittle girl, she was an orphan she lost her folks when she was youngNobody never gave her nothing, she taught herself to get things doneBut if she smiles at everyoneAnd she is made and lovedAnd we are fineYes we areOh and it's days like theseThat keep me on my winning streakIt's all a part of me
