Friday, March 18, 2005
Performed by Christopher Walken on 24 Oct 1992 * Temptation lingers in the lamplight, Upon her lips a shadow falls. She loves to flirt, she loves to tease, Beneath her skirt, some new disease. The Boulevard of Broken Balls. Her lovers lurk in every doorway With prices written on the walls So if you're rich and have the cash, You'll get an itch, you'll get a rash. The Boulevard of Broken Balls. You hear the whispers in the darkness The laughter echoes and enthralls They're taking bets you'll never know, Your gigalette's a gigolo, The Boulevard of Broken Balls She leaves a token of your romance, A souvenir that hops and crawls. You bring the crabs home to your wife, She stabs you with a butcher knife. The Boulevard of Broken Balls.
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