My girl’s in Chinatown.
\nShe’s goin’ crazy.
\nYou see her, turn around.
\nHer name is Daisy.
\nShe’s got a knife and by now
\nshe just might have a gun.
\nOne minute havin’ fun,
\nthe next, I’m on the run.
\nShe’s down there in the street,
\nyellin’ my name out loud.
\nShe used to be so sweet.
\nShe used to make me proud.
\nBut now I do believe
\nthat she intends to kill me.
\nI didn’t want to leave,
\nbut this shit doesn’t thrill me.
\nShe’s never been the same
\nsince she found crack cocaine.
\nJust know I’m not to blame
\nfor driving her insane.
\nMy girl’s in Chinatown.
\nAnd me, I’m headin’ west.
\nAs long as I’m not found,
\nthat would be for the best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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