All of the stage names evaporate And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race ♪ Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late To be far too dear or too cut-rate Hold my hand again like at the lake ♪ Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face ♪ Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still? ♪ A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds Now intravenously fed from a bag hanging over their heads Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? ♪ 'Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way ♪ But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass ♪ So take this thin, broken-down circus clown reject And give her the name of a queen Don't I know her from the mezzanine? Well, she didn't look like no princess to me But with the proper words bestowed ♪ And with her morning shoot And her evening clothes Don't call her a prostitute She ain't one of those