The Underground Youth
Art House Revisited
It follows you around now
Wants to know just what you think
It waits for you in your hotel room
Where it pours itself a drink
It lies in bed beside you
The one thing that makes you wet
It loves everything that you say or does
And this you should never forget
Right now it dreams of you, girl
From the city so afar
You can hear it, listen closely
On this song, it plays guitar