To a girl on the West SideYou kiss the beast,
Drinking your fine French cognac, Smoking a long filter cigerettePlaying
We got married in the spring of 1989Do you remember
I´m sorry that I left youAll alone the other nightWell,
She was raised in the sport of KingsShe had the
When you let go of your mothers handand you sail
Her life was in dangerThe abuse was out of handShe
MmmmMmmmHey, Sofie, take your feet of the tableHey, mmmTaking tea
Gracie, GracieYou´re just as drunk as meGracie, GracieWe´re heading for
Hate pain, insane inside more pain, wild anddaring nights have
Well, finally they caught up with youThough I bet you
The elixer of life pours from the heavensThe Boston underworld
Far away in a distant land lived the King of
Oh little thingWhat chance did you have>From oblivian in the
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