GRACE KELLY BLUES

the cut-rate mime walking through the dirty streets
of paris in the hot august heat
sun melting the fake smile away
just looking for a place to stay

the actress gave up all her old dreams
and traded up now she is a queen
royal families don't have time for that shit
your crystal ball - you keep it hid

the tractor-trailer driver radios:
help me someone i'm out here all alone
truck driving the black night away
praying for the light of day

the kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick
his hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick
taking your order he will look away
he doesn't have a thing to say

but me i'm feeling pretty good as of now
i'm not so sure when i got here or how
sun melting the fake smile away
i think, you know, i'll be okay


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