Lyrics:

Wendy gets high for the second 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 pick-up 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 rain 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 me about the boulevards
'Cause 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
You read some books and they broke your heart
But you don't know one thing about life
You're just a pretty boy
And those bums on the corner will take your time
Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime
You could learn something
And she stares so hard at those neon lights, yeah
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 me about the boulevards
'Cause Europe always seemed so far

She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Throws her arms around my head
She says 'I'll kill ya'
'I'll kill ya just for trying'
'I'll kill ya just for trying'
'Cause you don't have the money
You don't have the money

Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits
Tell me all about your pretty boy face
Yeah, tell me all about your pretty boy face