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Joseph Arthur

Wild Child

 

Wild Child

(album: Lou - 2014)


I was talking to Chuck
In his Genghis Khan suit and his wizard's hat
He spoke of his movie and how he was making a new soundtrack
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 Lorraine, always back to Lorraine

I was speaking to Phil who was given to pills and small racing cars
He had given 'em up since his last crack-up had carried him too far
Then we spoke of movies and verse
And the way an actress held her purse
And the way life at times could get worse
Then we spoke of Lorraine, always back to Lorraine

She's a wild child
And nobody can get at her
She's a wild child
Oh, and nobody can get to her

Sleeping out on the street
Oh, living all alone
Without a house or a home
And then she asked you, please
Hey baby, can I have some spare change
Can I break your heart

She's a wild child
She's a wild child

I was talking to Betty about her auditions
How they made her ill
The life of the theater is certainly fraught
With many spills and chills

But she calmed down after some wine
Which is what happens most of the time
Then we sat and both spoke in rhyme
Till we spoke of Lorraine, it's always back to Lorraine

I was talking to Ed who'd 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 then we talked 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

Sleeping out on the street
Oh, living 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
She's a wild child
She's a wild child

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