Abe Lincoln

I could've have been Abe Lincoln sportin' fifty dollar glasses
Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes
Standing in the rain at the end of the line
Trying to steal something that'll never be mine

Could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies
Still trying to make me listen to some old Flaming Groovies
Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine
Trying to give me something that will never be mine

You're fading slow
Like a bloodstain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster
What it takes to leave

Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider
Praying in a cell but I was so deep inside of her
Sittin on the tracks with a bottle of wine
Tryin to find something that will never be mine

Could've been that blonde in that big red Cadillac
Flying down the Avenue B
Screaming "Balls to you, daddy" I ain't never coming back
Smiling through the glass like an angel divine
Just another kiss that will never be mine