That taste All I ever needed All I ever wanted Too dumb to surrender She shakes Like the morning railway Checking me out With someone on her shoulder The lamp Flickers in the bedroom She must feel as awkward Whorehouse Arizona Now go Stand up to a giant Say that I'm a fighter Too drunk to remember Too drunk to... Shake hands My face is laying on the pavement Tasting something awful I hate when that happens She waves Thinking that its sexy She must be plum crazy I kinda think I like her I kinda think I do