Wild Child

I was talking to Chuck

In his, dark suit, in his wizard tie

I've spoke of his movie, and how I was making a sunshine.

We've spoke of kids on the coast

And different types of organic souls

And the way suicides don't leave notes,

Then we've spoke with the rain

Always back to the rain!

I was speaking to Phil, I was giving the pills

The small days and

You're giving them all, since his last crack carried

We've spoke of movies and verse

And the way an actress held the purse

And the way life at times could get worse

Then we've spoke with the rain

Always back to the rain!

She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her

She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her

Sleeping on the street, living all alone

Without a hustle, a heart, and then she asks you, please

Hey baby, can I have some spare change

Can I break your heart?

She is a wild child, she is a wild child!

I was talking to Betty, about her additions

How they made her ill

Life at the theater, certainly fought with many spills and chills

She come down after some wine

It's what happens most of the time

And we sat and both spoke in rhymes

Then we've spoke with the rain

Always back to the rain!

I was talking to Eddie our mutual friend

He thought it was funny, I had no money to spend on him.

So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese

And sang about lives and our dreams

And how things could come a part of the

And then we talked to the rain

Always back to the rain!