Testo Washington square Pat Robinson

Washington square

Washington Square(Gene Clark, Pat Robinson) On her biggest wall, she hung WarholAnd wishes she had never used
The last magazine, where she was seen
Was sold to the self abused This lovely one holds an empty gun
And swears it was done on a dare ?Her only fear, is that her career,
Is damaged beyond repair 'Down on Washington Square The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window ?As she stares on to Seventh AvenueShe sees a Rastafarian, out on the corner,
Trying to sell his point of view Without affection, she tells her connection,"
I need a fix ? this just isn't fair ?"And he takes a walk, around the block,
And disappears into thin air ?Into Washington Square She sits there all alone ?Wondering when he will come ? She reads every page of Vogue Magazine,Studies every single look 'She came on the scene, behind amphetamines,
And left before they finished the book Mirror, mirror, on the wall 'Does this mean you no longer care?
You used to tell me that I was the one
But now that you're no longer here
I stand and stare out on Washington Square Doesn't anybody understand I need someone,
Even in the loft, late a night, just to roll around? She found her bag of troubles and tricks 'Down on Commerce AvenueAll the muggers, and the whores and the thieves
Told her, "... good dreams will come true ..." "Jeanine ?" they said, "? she set her old man free,
At the Chelsea ... just before he disappeared ?"She takes a walk, around the block
But her vision is not getting clearer I saw an art show ?I saw Jaco Pastorius walking 'cross the street ? Barely mumbling ? as he was barely stumbling
Toward ? somebody he's gotta meet ? It was that lovely one ? with an empty gun ?Who did it on a dare ? Came on the scene behind amphetamines ?And left before she was barely even there ? It's a new sound of thunder 'That's not purple rain 'That's a new California ?And New York City again