Letra de Grace kelly blues

The cut-rate mime
walking through the dirty streets
of paris in the hot august heat
sun melting the fake smile away
just looking for a place to stay
The actress gave up all her old dreams
and traded up now she is a queen
royal families don't have time for that shit
your crystal ball - you keep it hid
The tractor trailer driver radios:
help me someone i'm out here all alone
truck driving the black night away
prayin' for the light of day
The kid in the mall works at hawt dawg on a stick
his hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick
taking your order he will look away
he doesn't have a thing to say
But me i'm feeling pretty good as of now
i'm not so sure when i got here or how
sun melting the fake smile away
i think, you know, i'll be okay