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Every time I open my mouth
I take off my clothes
I'm raw and frostbitten from
Being exposed
I got red scabby hands
And purple scabby feet
And you can smell me coming from
Halfway down the street oh
And I remember that old hotel had quite the smell
Where I would go to use the phone
Between the donut shop and the pizza parlor
Where I learned to live alone
Sweet sixteen and smiling
My way out of any jam
Learning the ways of the world, oh my
Learning the ways of man oh
And I didn't really want a baby
And I guess that I had a choice
But I just let it grow inside me
This persistent little voice
And I guess I got her off and running
And then run off is what she did
And that's part of what I think about
Think about that kid oh
So now there's nothing left to wish upon
Except for passing cars
The cacophony of city lights
Is drowning out the stars
This park bench is a life boat
And the rest a big dark sea
And I'm just gonna lie here until
Something comes and finds me oh
Yeah I got this tired old face
Still grinning most of the time
Just 'cause it don't have a better way
To express what's on it's mind
And I got this running monologue
Entertaining in it's outrage
And I've got the air of an animal
That's been living in a cage oh
Every time I open my mouth
I take off my clothes
I'm raw and frostbitten from
Being exposed
I got red scabby hands
And purple scabby feet
And you can smell me coming from
Halfway down the street
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