Darling Burroughs couldn't do it any better   Mixing all the signals   Left me to unravel   All your good intentions   Aren't getting any better   You are just a walker   Professional couch crasher      I walk down all your streets   Looking for your junk-struck heart   I walk down all your streets      Ah charmer   Love me like a stripper   Get away with murder   Silly little hipster   I know you have a weakness   For candy and cigarettes   Girls in boots and dresses   Paperbacks and poolhalls      I walk down all your streets   Looking for your junk-struck heart   I walk down all your streets      Had a brush with gravity,   But everybody knows   That you're looking through her records   While she's taking off her clothes   Had a brush with gravity,   But since it's come apart   I'm still looking for new evidence   Of your slow rock and roll start      I walk down all your streets   Looking for your junk-struck heart   I walk down all your streets   Looking for...    Shooting for your junk-struck heart