Met A Girl At N.A.

I met a girl at N.A., she had scars on her wrists.
And I showed her mine. And she gave me a kiss.
We said the serenity prayer, and then we went and got drunk
She was a teenage prostitute, and I was just a punk.

Well she invited me back to her house. She said she might have AIDS.
I said I really don’t care. And she poured me some lemonade.
We said the serenity prayer, and then we fucked.
She was a teenage prostitute, and I’m just a drunk.

Sexy Sadie, I’m so crazy. I’m crazy about you.
You’re everything. You’re my wet dreams. And you got cool shoes.
And all the girls on fifth avenue, they ain’t got shit compared to you
My Sadie, Oh oh My Sadie, Oh oh My Sadie. Crazy about you.

She woke me up in the morning. She said she had to go.
She was gonna to be telling her story on the today’s Geraldo’s show
We said the serenity prayer, and then she kissed me goodbye.
I didn’t watch Geraldo today, because I knew it would make me cry.

Sexy Sadie, I’m so crazy. I’m crazy about you.
You’re everything. You’re my wet dreams. And you got cool shoes.
And all the girls on fifth avenue, they ain’t got shit compared to you
My Sadie, Oh oh My Sadie, Oh oh My Sadie. Crazy about you.
Crazy about you.
Crazy about you.
Crazy about you.

[VERSE] C Am F C | C Am F G | F C Am F | C G F C
[CHORUS] C G | C G Am | F G | C Am F G | C Am F G | C Am F G C

One Response to Met A Girl At N.A.

  1. Cranford Nix was a musical genius, I don’t know why the Malakas weren’t as big as bands like Nirvana or Alice in Chains in the 90s.

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