Crazy girl,
on Hollywood boulevard.
It wasn't my taste
but she had tattooed eyebrows
like scribbles on her face.
Now looking back,
I think that spirit that she had
was probably crack.
It may not be fact,
but to the crazies, it's true
and that's that.
They sometimes attack
and sometimes the problem's you
there is a thing called tact.
If life is a game of black jack,
seventeen is the number as a matter of fact.
What means mack, black,
said the guy in new york
in a trash bag sack.
Crazy girl,
on Hollywood boulevard.
It wasn't my taste
but she had tattooed eyebrows
like scribbles on her face.
Now looking back,
I think that spirit that she had
was probably crack.
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