You and her, you and her
Til I met you and her, you and her
I was living car by car, drinking when I could with the hacks in Schwab's drugstore
I had made it just so far, washing up and going dry, it wasn't coming anymore
Then you and her come along
Good luck and so long
Norma Desmond on a nostalgia trip
But it turns out that it's us that got small
And what am I planning to do about it?
I bet you do nothing at all
G n' R, G n' R, someone thaw out G n' R, G n' R
G n' R, G n' R, someone thaw out G n' R, G n' R
From a cannon, helmet on, see no time has passed, crushed bulbs on the tiled floor
Jon Bon Jovi, Elton John, since the lady's payin' serve me up a vintage whore
Digital radio
Set our tastes, we'd never know
Norma Desmond on a nostalgia trip
But it turns out that it's us that got small
And what am I planning to do about it?
I bet you do nothing at all
Your sweet water-lily
Ever after happily
Floating in our Sunset Boulevard, Boulevard
And what am I planning to do about it?
I bet you do nothing at all
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