Arizona

That taste All I ever needed All I ever wanted Too dumb to surrender She shakes Like a morning railway Ch-ch-checking me out Someone on a shoulder The lamp Flickers in the bedroom She must feel it's awkward Whore house Arizona Now go Stand up to a giant Said that I'm a fighter Too drunk to remember Too drunk to… Shake hands My face Is laying on the pavement Tasting something awful I hate when that happens And she waves Thinking that its sexy She must be plum crazy I kinda think I like her I kinda think I do