My life in art

Wendy gets high for the 2nd show
I watch her dance and I watch her flow
for a dollar
She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips
Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money
She left her home in a pickup truck
Left her husband when he beat her up
And now she works all night

But the Kansas wind won´t freeze her heart
No the train just rolls right off her back
She´s gonna be alright

Just tell me about the boulevards
Tell me about your life in art
Yeah tell my about the boulevards
cos Europe always seemed so far

You look so young and you talk so old
Lighten up babe i might just take you
home if you´re lucky
and those bums on the corner will take your time
Sell you for their stories for a nickel
and a dime
you could learn something
and she stares so hard at those neonlights
I swear to God she´s gonna bust them up
She´s gonna bust them up

Just tell me about the boulevards
Tell me about your life in art
Yeah tell my about the boulevards
cos Europe always seemed so far

You read som ebooks and thay
broke your heart
But you don´t know
one thing about life
You´re just a pretty boy

She laughs as she lights
a ciggarette
Throws her arms around my necj
She says I´ll kill you just for trying
Cos you don´t even have the money
Just buy me a drink and we´ll call
it quits
Tell me all about your pretty boy face

© 4AD, Written by Neil Halstead