Mojave 3 - My Life in ArtWendy gets high for the 2nd showI watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollarShe dreams of Vegas and the desert stripsWhere she can dance and she can make a lot of moneyShe left her home in a pick-up truckLeft her husband when he beat her upAnd now she works all nightBut the Kansas wind won't freeze her heartNo, the rain just rolls right off her backShe's gonna be alrightJust tell me 'bout the boulevardsTell me 'bout your life in artYeah, tell me 'bout the boulevardsBecause Europe always seemed so farYou look so young and you talk so oldListen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're luckyYou read some books and they broke your heartBut you don't know one thing about lifeYou're just a pretty boyAnd these bums on the corner willtake your timeSell you their stories for a nickel and a dimeYou could learn somethingAnd she stares so hard at those neon lightsI swear to god she's gonna bust them upShe's gonna bust them upJust tell me 'bout the boulevardsTell me 'bout your life in artYeah, tell me 'bout the boulevardsBecause Europe always seemed so farShe laughs as she lights a cigaretteThrows her arms around my neckShe says "I'll kill you""I'll kill you just for trying""'Cause you don't even have the money""You don't have the money""Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits""Tell me all about your pretty boy face"