Stevie Nix

You came into the party with a long black shawl And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get touched and rub up against something plush Some nights it's just a crush Yeah, and some nights it's blood lust She said we might use you later on Meet me right back here around dawn You came into the ER drinking gin from a jam jar And the nurse is making jokes about the ER being like an after bar You know you're weak and effete and I'm coming up from the streets You're up in your loft getting soft And I'm coming up the stairs and I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead Then I got born again I got lost in all the lights But it was okay in the end And when we hit the twin cities I didn't know that much about it I knew Mary Tyler Moore And I knew Profane Existence I was keyed up Our keys jangled in the stalls They counted money in the motels They mostly sold it in the malls And the carpet at the Thunderbird Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in She said you remind me of Rod Stewart when he was young You've got passion and you think that you're sexy And all the punks think that you're dumb The guys around the lockers got a story about the stomach pump And the guys behind the theater Found a body in the garbage dump She got screwed up by religion She got screwed by soccer players She got high for the first time at the camps down by the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever And she got confused about the truth And she came to in a confession She got high for the last time in the camps down by the banks of the river Lord, to be thirty-three forever And she got screwed up by her vision It was scary when she saw him She didn't tell a single person about the camps on the banks of the Mississippi River Lord, to be seventeen forever She got strung out on the scene And she got scared when it got druggy The way the whispers bit like fangs in the last hour of the party Lord, to be thirty-three forever