Darling Burroughs couldn't do it any better Mixing all the signals Left me to unravel All your good intentions Aren't getting any better You are just a walker Professional couch crasher I walk down all your streets Looking for your junk-struck heart I walk down all your streets Ah charmer Love me like a stripper Get away with murder Silly little hipster I know you have a weakness For candy and cigarettes Girls in boots and dresses Paperbacks and poolhalls I walk down all your streets Looking for your junk-struck heart I walk down all your streets Had a brush with gravity But everybody knows That you're looking through her records While she's taking off her clothes Had a brush with gravity But since it's come apart I'm still looking for new evidence Of your slow rock and roll start I walk down all your streets Looking for your junk-struck heart I walk down all your streets Looking for... Shooting for your junk-struck heart