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jesse and i were not looking so pretty we hadn't been well in awhile we ran out of cash and they ran out of pity our demeanor lacked what you'd call style alone in my room with a 100 watt lightbuld and books i can't find to read i'm scrapin' bags double-boilin' cottons i'm lookin' around for my rig well it's dull and it's bent and you can't read the numbers but nevertheless it's my friend with my belt between teeth i'm ready to be friendly once again yeah, yeah niki, oh niki, so young and so pretty your dad doesn't know what you are instead of a habit you should have a hobby like barbie or bugglegum cards well what good are the make-up and what good are makers if nothing can make you feel good jesse go, jesse run please make quick to the bad neighborhoods i'll wait for you Aus Songtexte Mania