Blue dirt night, palm trees hanging low
Sunset drive cramped up for show
They'd see her fall, three women in heat
Violent screams drown in painted steam
Parts of her keep your colors alive
Now that Mildred's gone, they all feel alike
Dust meltdown at Malibu Beach
I'm counting sand, it stopped making sense
Drink it up and then
Take a shot at when, at when you were young
Before you were gone
And then
Play it again
