Ghost of a lounge singer

I told ya I was trouble, yeah you know that I’m no good. [Winehouse sample]

Fourteen beers in
The chandeliers. [reprise]

Fourteen beers in
The chandeliers
Beautiful and clear
At the villa on the sea in tangier
On the lear on new years
On the date line
Thinkin of the lost time, and the girls I left behind

Ball gown girls in Beverly hills
Im on the drinks and the fancy pills
La perla
Shes on a buying spree
Fuck I wish she was buying from me
The tisch jewelry
The blueberry rubies
Her luscious little tits
Big slit in the back of her dress
She slithers through the winter
Like the ghost of a lounge singer
Faceless as a figure of wax
Relaxed on the grass
She is wearing the Sinatra mask

Im trouble for you
You can see it in my lazy eye
I will Ghost ride you
Like a porcupine
Effervescent with land mines
Im a fine wine
But tricky like kozinsky when the bench is hot
I ghost write with the
Essence of dice
In the lines
Like I ship in pipelines of ice

Ah, this air im breathing is crisp
Helaskiing in the andes with some crips

Be to be, my bottom bitch. (Reprise)

Fourteen beers in
The chandeliers

I told ya I was trouble, yeah you know that I’m no good