among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class kind is this little bottle of french perfume taken as a last thought from a drug store in suburbia he said lady look what i ve got for you she said jesse i don t hardly even know you anymore and judging from your grin you d think you held up henry ford and i don t believe i want you a comin round here anymore ooh jesse he was hurt boy and he left there and he slammed the door and he wandered through the alleyways thinkin all the while that she d be proud of what he stole for her and he tried to think of better ways dreamin of a movie that he d seen one afternoon he drew out all his savings and he went and bought a gun and he ran right home and stood before his mirror acting like a thug ooh he waited for a dark night he was frightened boy the fog rolled in as a rich man he came walkin by hold your hands up high he cried i ve come to make your fortune mine but his eyes they gave him right away jesse dropped the gun and they both stared at to where it lay and jesse asked the man if he d please leave him in his pain and the man tried to forgive him but there s not much he could say ooh among the possessions of an outlaw of a low class kind is this little bottle of french perfume taken as a last thought from a drugstore in suburbia he said lady look what i ve got for you ah take it ah please take it i m tired and i m poor and this crappy french perfume is nothin less than my own soul i was feelin half a man i wanted to feel whole ooh oooh ooh ooh