all the beautiful girls they wanna stay late and finish the wine in your luxury basement they swing in velvet and pearls and like to debate pollock and kline ginsberg and korsow with a slight foreign accent you drip the paint from a can and abundantly blush an invisible sun but instead of a brush you wish you had a gun if they leave you alone with your misery deep in the fire of your fame you ll be begging them blind give me love give me love of every kind all the beautiful girls they wanna stay late they never complain as they lean on my back they walk in with fancy hellos to greet the unknown and redecorate my second hand wardrobe with a fashionable smack i sip the rest of the wine while i hear them repeat what upsets me the most that instead of a man i married a ghost if i leave you alone with your misery deep in the fire of your fame you ll be begging me blind give me love give me love of every kind you ll be begging me blind give me love give me love of every kind