Yeah, she rolls back About 4 AM until I know that 3 AM, we chat, she thinks I know jack Shit it's been a while since I spat in this pit Saw the worry on her lips, yeah I wrote that She's pinging on some dizz, guess I owe a lot to that But her eyes are still in lid And her brain is still intact She swings solo Yeah, she likes to reinstate that She's been up for days with a strange pack She's looking for a guy who's more than laid back And not the Holden type, the ride by J.D. Salinger But she likes my Slazenger The way it holds slack Lanky piece of shit, but she don't know that Her man is 'round the corner with a chrome bat He wants to knock my head in, hear my bone crack So I'll stay solo Yeah, I'll fly solo Oh I'll swing solo Yeah, we stay solo