This is not gossip to those who are not brainless
I was talking to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit and
his wizard’s hat, he spoke of his movie and how he was makin a new soundtrack,
and then we spoke of kids on the coast, and different types of organic soap,
and the way suicides don’t leave notes then we spoke of lorraine, always back
to Lorraine.
I was speakin to Phil who was given to pills and
small racing cars, he had given them up since his last crack-up had carried him
too far, then we spoke of movies and verse, and the way an actress held her
purse, and the way life at times could get worse then we spoke of lorraine, always back
to Lorraine.
She’s a wild child and nobody can get at her, she’s a wild child and nobody can
get to her, sleepin out on the street livin all alone, without a house or a
home, and then she’ll ask you please hey baby can I have some spare change, oh
can I break your heart, she’s a wild child she’s a wild child.
I was talkin to Betty
about her auditions how they made her ill,
the life of the theater is certainly fraught with many spills and chills, but
she calmed down after some wine, which is what happens most of the time, then
we sat and both spoke in rhymes til we spoke of lorraine,
it’s always back to lorraine.
I was talkin to Ed
who’d been reported dead by a mutual friend,
he thought it was funny that I had no money to spend on him, so we both shared
a piece of sweet cheese, and sang of our lives and our dreams, and how things
can come apart at the seams, and we talked of lorraine, always back to lorraine. She’s a wild child and nobody can get at her, she’s a
wild child and nobody can get to her, sleepin out on the street livin all
alone, without a house or a home and then she’ll ask you please, oh baby can I
have some spare change now can I break your heart she’s a wild child, she’s a
wild child.
lou Reed
Wild Child
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