Shopping For Girls - David Bowie

Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense

The lonely groups of company boys

Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins

These are children riding naked on their tourist pals

While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal

And he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room

Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

Noone over here reads the papers pal

'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He’s a clean trick and he’s shopping for girls

A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard

Cranking up the volume of a Michael Jackson song

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

Noone over here reads the papers pal

'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He’s a clean trick and he’s shopping for girls

Where the frangipani scents the air

She mouths a word that breaks his stare

He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak

«That's a mighty big word for a nine year old»

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

Noone over here reads the papers pal

'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable

He’s a squeaky clean trick and he’s shopping for girls

Shopping for girls, shopping for girls

You gaze down into her eyes for a million miles

You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll