She left some cargo pants on the floor, said she won't be back any morenThere's a kid two gardens away been squawking Wonderwall all daynOn my Betty Page centerfold, my cup of coffee's growing coldnIt's such a bleak place to be, this Alcatraz I call mennShe felt-tipped a message on my disco shoes, nI could say I loved you, but it wouldn't be true. nYou only wanted me 'cause I looked like Ava Gardner.nnLike in some French arthouse movie, all Chardonnay and ennuinStill her touch felt like rain on my skin nWhy don't that kid just pack it in? nI've got my cigarettes and my pillsnI watch the sun dip over indigo hillsnPick up her scent on a magazine, she's like some country nI've never been