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I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit
        and his wizard's hat
        He spoke of his movie and how he was makin'
        a new sound track
        And then we spoke of kids on the coast
        and different types of organic soap
        And the way suicides don't leave notes
        Then we spoke of Lorraine
        always back to Lorraine
        I was speakin' to Phil who was given to pills
        and small racing cars
        He had given them up since his last crack-up
        had carried him too far
        Then we spoke of the movies and verse
        and the way an actress held her purse
        And the way life at times can get worse
        Then we spoke of Lorraine
        always back to Lorraine
        Ah, she's a wild child
        and nobody can get at her
        She's a wild child
        oh, and nobody can get to her
        Sleepin' out on the street
        Oh, livin' all alone
        without a house or a home
        and then she asked you, please
        hey, baby, can I have some spare change
        Oh, can I break your heart?
        She's a wild child, she's a wild child        I was talkin' 
to Betty about her auditions
        how they made her ill
        But life is the theater, is certainly fraught
        with many spills and chills
        But she'd come down after some wine
        which is what happens most of the time
        Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes
        Till we spoke of Lorraine
        ah, always back to Lorraine
        I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead
        by mutual friends
        He thought it was funny that I had no money
        to spend on him
        So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese
        and sang of our lives and our dreams
        And how things can come apart at the seams
        And we talk of Lorraine
        always back to Lorraine
        She's a wild child
        oh, and nobody can get at her
        She's a wild child
        oh, and nobody can get to her
        Sleepin' out on the street
        Oh, livin' all alone
        without a house or a home
        and then she asked you, please,
        oh, baby, can I have some spare change
        Now can I break your heart?"
        She's a wild child, she's a wild child
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