Scratch May Back

I like the way that the moon gets hazy
I like to walk on the railroad tracks
I like to go to the batting cages
I like for someone to scratch my back

I get luck from the four-leaf clovers
I find them next to the parking lot
I think it sucks when the summer's over
I'm always cold so I like it hot

I don't need an attorney
I don't need a confession booth
I don't need you to worry
I will tell the truth

Jimmy asks me what you thinkin'
And why you wrinkle your brow like that
He says man you don't need no boyfriend
You need a guy who will scratch your back

We met in a diner
We get in our share of fights
We're asleep in the daytime
And we're wild at night

My friend Loli's a street musician
Nobody listens but that's okay
Sometimes I wish I was out there with her
But she knows I'm not that brave

We met on a corner
We get a little depressed sometimes
A cigarette and a glass of wine
We make our toast to better times

My mom's a little bit insecure
When she sits up worrying late at night
She yells at me about health insurance
She don't believe it that I'm all right

It's decidedly something strange
That society's built that way
We're always paying out just in case
We die someday

When I'm famous I'll live much better
And when I'm rich I will fly first class
And when I'm dead I will live in heaven
With Billie Holiday or one of those cool people
Like that

It's a kind of religion
To keep up a hope like this
I'm a chick with a vision
An idealist

I like the way that the moon gets hazy
I like to walk on the railroad tracks
I like to go to the batting cages
I like for someone to scratch my back