looking out for my co-star

i once had a lot of long hair,

but it fell on a busy street

and when i looked it wasn't there,

don't let me feel sad

the broadway lights were bright

so i can't be mad,

that's the way it goes

sometimes it too damn hot

and sometimes it snows

but i'm dancing around the pole

looking out for my soul,

had a slip and a fall

now i'm behind the eight ball

in a corner pocket in a biker's bar

looking out for my co-star

but she's not anywhere,

maybe she took my hair,

jumping from the stage in a panic

i saw her swimming across the Atlantic

drinking and smoking while she wiped her eyes,

in disbelief she's winning the top prize

but i wasn't looking anymore

walking out the back door,

had a slip and a fall

now i'm behind the eight ball

in a corner pocket in a biker's bar

looking out for my co-star

but she's not anywhere,

maybe she took my hair.