Confessions of an Ineffective Casanova

Lyrics

She yelled "fuck you, franz" from the back of the ambulance But she whispered "i'll still fuck you" the next time we danced So i took the chance I don't think that i was wrong She broke my nose, and i bled on her nightgown She took pictures, we did it with the bloody silk still on You think anything was wrong? Sometimes i ain't quite right, but it ain't the same as being wrong I could say that i still love her, but what do i know about love Except love songs All i know is what i once saw in a girl or two And what they once thought about me She said "i'll cut you if you don't come see me Or if you prefer, i'll cut you if you do come see me" Do you see what i mean? You see what i mean? "will i see you in texas?" "if you're lucky cowboy" "how about new orleans?" "i got chased out by the flood Could be i'll be in baltimore by fall" Maybe i don't know anything at all There was a florist from outside san diego, a politician's daughter A slovene punk with one gold tooth her gypsy grandma bought her One ukranian squeezebox player, one half-mexican ballet dancer A music journalist or two, two korean preacher's daughters A cartoonist with a thing for knives, an activist, and someone's wife Out of these i'm trying to make a life Out of these i tried to make a life I know this song may not paint me in the best light But i'd rather come off honest than come off right I do like people, i want them to know that and to be known But i can only say that from behind a microphone I want to try and explain why i did the things i did So i won't pretend not to be the unreconstructed id I want to try and explain why i do the things i do 'cause up here in these hot lights it's just between us two