Doreen lyrics

(Hitchhike to Rhome lyrics.
Minor variations found on Wreck Your Life.)
When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

The way she tossed `em back
I would`ve had a heart attack.
But as it is I let her drive my car.

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until I said, `;Stop the car, Doreen.`;

Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But I swear that I saw God,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens.

Doreen, Doreen, Last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.

Well I`m pulling into Cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van.
There`s eight of us, so I`m sleeping on the floor.

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the Old Crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, I can`t take it anymore.

Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.

Now I`m begging and I`m pleading,
`;Well pull over guys, I`m bleeding.
There`s a Fina off the highway with a phone.`;

I`m calling you Doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren`t in our bed at home.

Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.
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