You still taste like Beverly Hills
Oh, how cavalier
I just learned that weather could kill
Well, allegedly

I just jumped through feathers of guilt, oh so readily
Must have racked up 20 damn bills, now you're meddling
Must have found some patience in real, temporarily
Traded out my leather for silk, it's so heavenly
Told them I could never be thrilled, now they cling to me
Now they jump through puddles of
Now they jump through puddles of

Oh, ah, oh, ah

Douse me in water
That settles in brine
Call forth them angels
They'll barter some time

Callous the savior that falters in shrines
Pity oh pity the dyke and his rhymes
Capture and ankle that's bound into twine
Nourish that willow that bends over time
Cantor of sinners and yesterday's crimes
Witty how witty the dyke and his signs

Oh, ah, oh, ah

You still taste like Beverly Hills
Oh, how cavalier
I just learned that weather could kill
Well, allegedly
I just jumped through feathers of guilt, oh so readily
Must have racked up 20 damn bills, now you're meddling

Oh, ah, oh, ah