CLAUDIA BETTINAGLIO Heartattack and vine Lyrics

Liar, liar, with your pants on fire(2)
White spades hangin' on the telephone wire
Gamblers re-evaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine

Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief(3)
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line
You'll prob'ly see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine

Boney's high on China white(4), Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no Devil, that's just God when he's drunk(5)
Well, this stuff will prob'ly kill you, let's do another line
What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine

See that little Jersey girl in the see-thru top
With the pedal pushers(6), suckin' on a soda pop
Well, I'll bet she's still a virgin, but it's only twenty-five to nine
You can see a million of 'em on Heartattack and Vine

Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
Than crawlin' down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddam time
Youre waitin for the RTD(7) on Heartattack and Vine

Boney's high on China white, Shorty found a p-p-p-punk
Don't you know there ain't no Devil, that's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff will prob'ly kill you, let's do another line
What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine

Liar, liar, with your pants on fire
White spade hangin' on the telephone wire
Gamblers re-evaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine

Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disbelief
If you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line
You'll prob'ly see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine

See that little Jersey girl in the see-thru top
With the pedal pushers, suckin' on a soda pop
Well, I'll bet she's still a virgin, but it's only twenty-five to nine
You can see a million of 'em on Heartattack and Vine

Boney's high on China white, Shorty found a punk
Don't you know there ain't no Devil, that's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff will prob'ly kill you, let's do another line
What you say you meet me down on Heartattack and Vine

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