On The Strip

Every time you look my way, you show a lie in what you say
Every time you look my way, you talk a rhyme called purple haze
Close your eyes and pretend, you're not at all like then
The smartest girl on the strip, you really learn just how to be hip
Tell your stories 'bout your crazy trip, messin' with stars and doing tricks
Close your eyes and pretend, it's not at all like then
Big glass house on the hill, doing dope and ditchin' school
Yesterday, Bruce Barry was here, a wild kid I thought was cool
Close your eyes and pretend, this is how it should end
Cinderella of the night doesn't know her left from right
She's so hungry for a bite, forgetting her friends; Fork and Knife
Don't you know who's keeping score, who's that barking at your door?
Hold tight and fear a little bit, hold tight and fear a little bit
Hold tight and fear a little bit, hold tight and fear
That was then, this is not
Hold tight and fear a little bit, hold tight and fear a little bit
Hold tight and fear a little bit, hold tight and fear
That was then, this is not

Every time you look my way, remember a girl who used to say
"Hold me tight anyway, it's okay, it's only play"

I remember in my dawn, where I came from for a lark