Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Let's drink wine and tell a few lies
Call a few friends, talk about the end
'Cause in your eyes I only see quiet
Your rink shack smile, ironic hair style
Filler back for a photo booth shoot
And pout your lips like the Cosmo girls do
Lets drink wine and tell a few lies
Call a few friends, talk about the end
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy
In 1984 in the Levi's that you wore
Emote immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wide
In playoff time we never saw you smile
But everybody knew that you'd know what to do
Filler back for a photo-booth shoot
And pout your lips like the Cosmo girls do
In 1984 in the Levi's that you wore
Emote immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wide
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy
Some dreams realize, some don't materialize
Some lovers never meet by mistake on the street
I hang you there on the mantle by the stairs
Beside the litho of Lord Black who never bloody called me back
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh oh
Pink and purple and yellow and blue
And a mouth that's crying out for lipstick too
Warhol's portrait of Gretzky
Pretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy