My Rolling Stones backstage pass
In the plastic tree
That old football shirt
My California dream girl
That's been hanging on the wall there for years
I'm standing here looking around
For the guy I knew
Lord, I know it's a shame
But I guess he left for good
And Baby you're to blame

This old house ain't a home
All my memories gone
Girl, your love is a female invasion
Flowers bloom in the hall
Nothing's me here at all
Oh girl, you killed me with friendly persuasion

Pink curtains, a purple bath
No motor magazines
On the bathroom floor
Each day I'm waking up in a
Fluffy, puffy, girl, lady world
My driver's seat's nice and clean
Without the pizza box
But my life's down the drain
Yes I don't know who I am
And Baby you're to blame

When I come home late at night
Three laughing Buddhas are smiling at me
They know that they have won the fight
But they won't set me free