Yeah, she rolls back

About 4 AM until I know that

3 AM, we chat, she thinks I know jackShit it′s been a while since I spat in this pit

Saw the worry on her lips, yeah I wrote that

She's pinging on some dizz, guess I owe a lot to that

But her eyes are still in lid

And her brain is still intact

She swings solo

Yeah, she likes to reinstate that

She′s been up for days with a strange pack

She's looking for a guy who's more than laid back

And not the Holden type, the ride by J.D. Salinger

But she likes my Slazenger

The way it holds slack

Lanky piece of shit, but she don′t know that

Her man is ′round the corner with a chrome bat

He wants to knock my head in, hear my bone crack

So I'll stay solo

Yeah, I′ll fly solo

Oh I'll swing solo

Yeah, we stay solo