Well I..came from Washington,
with this wicked looking grin.
On the other side of the mirror.
I...stepped out from the door,
felt through, like a passing whore.
That's when I know I'm a loser.
Hold me darling, hold me tight.
Hold me sweetheart, hold me through the night.
Well I...came from Washington,
with this crimson looking grin.
Hold me now or I'm a goner.