Lyrics Grace Kelly Blues

The cut great mind walking through the dirty streets
Of Paris in the hot August heat
Sun melting the fake, smile away
Just looking for a place to stay

The actress gave up all her old dreams
And traded up, now she is a queen
Royal families don't have time, for that shit
Your crystal ball you keep it hid

The tractor trailer driver radios
Help me someone I'm out here all alone
Truck drives the black, night away
Praying for the light of day

The kid in the mall works at hot-dog-on-a-stick
His head is a funny shape his heart is a brick
Taking your order he will look away
He doesn't have a thing to say

But me I'm feeling pretty good as of now
I'm not so sure when I got here and how
Sun melting the fake, smile away
I think you know I'll be ok