Lorraine

This is Delfín at the garito-ring,
hunger and pichi-aliens parade at the sink,
all most-trador with amor with the tractor,
here it comes the raining-Miliki-spleen...

and Lorraine...


Wild Child (Lou Reed)

I was talkin' to chuck in his genghis khan suit
And his wizard's hat
He spoke of his movie and how he was makin'
A new sound trac.

And 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 speakin' to phil who was given to pills
And small racing cars.
He had given them up since his last crack-up
Had carried him too far.
Then we spoke of the movies and verse,
And the way an actress held her purse,
And the way life at times can get worse
Then we spoke of Lorraine.

Always back to Lorraine.

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

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

She's a wild child,
she's a wild child.

I was talkin' to betty about her auditions,
How they made her ill.
But life is the theater, is certainly fraught
With many spills and chills.

But she'd come down after some wine,
Which is what happens most of the time.
Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes
Till we spoke of Lorraine.

Ah, 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 we talk 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.

Sleepin' out on the street
Oh, livin' 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.

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