Shake me of my innocence And [?] right on the floor, yeah Marijuana, Tijuana Jesus, I want more Yeah Fully operational and halfway faded out I am flowers without stems I am the boy, without a doubt Lisa told me you were home I called you on your cell You picked it up and shrugged me off And I went back to hell In my teeny tiny teesy weensy place in Brooklyn Heights Where the world is not my oyster But a series of bad nights Shake me of my innocence (Yeah, yeah) Beat me up with broken gla** Throw me to the hounds I am desperate for chocolate and sleeping on the ground In my teensy weensy tiny teeny place in Brooklyn Heights Where Washington meets Sterling Place And pancakes make it right I'm a murder Of pizza I'm afraid to comb my hair I'm a little overweight But you promise me you don't care There's a song I sing when I'm alone I think it's Peter Tosh I'm not so into reggae But his voice Well oh my gosh Shake me of my innocence (Yeah, yeah)