Two little girls

you were fresh off the boat from virginia i had a year in new york city under my belt we met in a dream we were both 19 i remember where we were standing i remember how it felt 2 little girls growing out of their training bras this little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws 2 girls together just a little less alone this little girl cries wee wee all the way home you were always half crazy, now look at you baby make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme love is a piano dropped out a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time i don't like your girlfriend, yeah i don't like her never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm i loved you first and you know i would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes into your arm here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door to find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor so i guess i'll just stand here with my back against the wall while you distilled your whole life down to a 911 call