F R I D A
By Luke Redfield
Frida is smokin' cigarettes
Pete Rose is placing bets
Raphael is with his mistress
Kid is excited for Christmas
City busses whirring by
In the corner of my eye
I'm making love to some lush
Another barista crush
All these finches come and go
I watch them fly from my window
All your envy, all your lust
Is just made of stardust
Stardust, stardust
Emily is at her desk
Weaving words beneath her breath
Theodorous is sending cash
To his brother who ain't afraid to ask
Jesus and Iggy Pop
Are both waiting for the next Strokes album to drop
I'm making love to some actress
She's actin' she has to have this
I saw her in a movie I liked
Our agents hooked us up the following night
It could be a publicity stunt
We're all just stardust
Stardust, stardust
Sarah is writing a letter
Telling me she's never been loved better
While corporate dinosaur bones
Are fueling your rush hour commute home
The newlyweds are late on rent
Gave it to the door-to-door evangelist
I'm making love to myself
Pour me another from the top shelf
All these finches come and go
I watch them perch on my totem pole
There's only one that I trust
She's made of stardust
Stardust, stardust
