Lyrics:
Ritalin filled debutante
When you don't like what you see
Hiding's easy in a SUV
Schizophrenic
Pathogenic
Psychogenic
Hallucinogenic
Photogenic
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea
I had Cadillacs in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil
For a whole lot of money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool
sweet little Lisa do.
I was hauling out of Dallas, got pulled over by a debutante.
She was playing with her gearshift, I was being kinda nonchalant.
to stop
By a handsome traffic cop
Unless you want a ticket or two
Give him the ooh la la
If Napoleon at Waterloo-lala
Had an army of debutantes
To give
to stop
By a handsome traffic cop
'Less you want a ticket or two
Give him the ooh-la-la
If poor Napoleon at Waterloo-la-la
Had had an army
asked to stop
By a handsome traffic cop
Unless you want a ticket or two
Give him the ooh la la
If Napoleon at Waterloo-lala
Had an army
I'm not an innocent debutante baby
I've lived enough to know
Infatuations don't mean that it's forever
So I decided to take it slow
But when I
by the pool on chairs and bars stools
Are the lovers long term manually discovered
Some for romance, sum in each others pants
Some debutantes with
altar
Attended by no one of visible means
Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone
We're on our way to see some Johnny
Representing
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
By the look of your face well you been here before I guess
You're hanging around, like some kinda parasite on past
And I just wanna tell you to come
Written by Warren Zevon and Duncan Aldrich
1995 Zevon Music BMI
Hell is only half full
Room for you and me
Looking for a new fool
Who's it gonna be?
There's a line at the door full of underage whores
And the bouncer lets 'em on by
There's some clown from LA who's trying to sing Hank
But it
We got debutantes and socialites
And mamas from the PTA
We got bachelorettes dressed up in white
And little black dress divorces
Long live
we was homies
But you comin' at me like you don't know me
You think you do, but you're probably wrong
I'm surrounded by more babies than Ashanti songs,
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
artistry
Grandstanding jerkoffs never fail to make me daydream about wooly bedsits
That were once inhabited by striving synth band debutantes
Obituaries
a strange perfume
She stood there by his side
She'd smile and she would wave
Like she had grown accustomed to
The picture of perfection like a debutante
and me, I failed to understand that I’m a shadow of your man. you found a debutante. worthy of epic denouement. a foil flattered by the inattention.
junk
I never even tried counter
Culture passed me right by
(I'm on the outside)
Don't talk to debutantes
Don't eat in restaurants
The patrons sit
touched
Excited by the drama we like when it show up
The fighting don't slow up I light you like close ups
And I call you my Calamity Jane you like my
When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure, "A movie or a measure"?
I'll have a cup of tea
“MAKE ME SHAKE”
Lyrics by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Music Produced by Chris Blood
Copyright c 2016
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