PARTY GIRLS AND BROKEN POETS

From the Peninsula, we stare across the bay
From the Peninsula, we talk of yesterday
Of the parties that are over
And who the midnight boys took home
And now I sit and watch street walkers standing next to a pay phone
Out for a moonlight swim, she glides across the bay
We took a motorcar, we said we'd meet you half way
And we waited for an hour and they searched the whole next day
They never found no body
Some parties just end up that way

When you go out with a bad boy
You do things you thought you shouldn't do
When you go out with a bad girl
You do things you thought you wouldn't do
You thought you couldn't do

Like a Crystal Ship, the Poets words will stay
And like a teenage nymph, he gave too much away
They use to find him in the morning, his head held in his hands
And he'd be crying about Lolita
He said no one's ever gonna understand
He'd talk of Indians
He said, "They never lose their way
But with us white men, the magic can go away."
Some say the opium drove him crazy
Some say the Beaujolais drove him insane
But there's an Indian girl named Lolita dancing down in Mexico in steaming rain

When you go out with a bad boy
You do things you thought you shouldn't do
When you go out with a bad girl
You do things you thought you wouldn't do
You thought you couldn't do

There's not a word of truth in anything I say
And I can't tell a lie
I was brought up that way
You see, these stories have no meaning except for what you can see
Of Party Girls and Broken Poets
They're not too different from you and me.
When you go out with a bad boy
You do things you thought you shouldn't do
When you go out with a bad girl
You do things you thought you wouldn't do
You thought you couldn't do