She yelled  [bad word] you Franz" out the back of an ambulance
But she whispered "I'd still [bad word] you" the next time we danced
I took the chance
I don't think that I was wrong

She broke my nose, and I bled on her night gown
She took pictures
We did it with the dirty silks still on
Do you think anything was wrong?

Sometimes I ain't quite right,
It ain't the same as being wrong.
I could say that I still love her,
But what do I know about love except love songs?
All I know is what I once saw in a girl or two, and what they once thought about me.
What they once thought about me.

She said "I'll cut you if you [bad word] see me.
Or, if you prefer, I'll cut you if you [bad word] see me"
Do you see what I mean?
Do you see what I mean?

"Well, I'll see you in Texas
If you're lucky, Cowboy.
How about New Orleans?"
Well I got chased out by the blood
To be, I'll be in Baltimore by fall
Maybe I don't know anything at all
I don't know anything at all

Sometimes I ain't quite right,
It ain't the same as being wrong.
I could say that I still love her,
But what do I know about love except love songs?
All I know is what I once saw in a girl or two, and what they once thought about me.
What they once thought about me.

There was a poet from outside San Diego
Politician's daughter
Soviet punk with one gold tooth
Gypsy, Grandma bought her
white Ukrainian squeeze box player
One half-Mexican Ballet dancer
music Journalist, or two
Two Korean Preacher's daughters
cartoonist with a thing for knives
An activist
And someone's wife
And out of these, I'm trying to build a life
Out of these, I'm trying to build a life

I know things don't mean I'm painting me in the best light
But, I'd [bad word] off honest [bad word] off right
I do like people
I want them to know that...and to be known
But I can only say that from behind a microphone
I want to try and explain why I do the things I do
And I won't pretend not to be the other we've [bad word] here
I want you to understand why I do the things I do
Because up here in these hot lights, its just between us two

Sometimes I ain't quite right,
It ain't the same as being wrong.
I could say that I still love her,
But what do I know about love except love songs?
All I know is what I once saw in a girl or two, and what they once thought about me.
What they once thought about me.