Letras: Rufus Wainwright. Release The Stars. Tulsa.

You taste of potato chips in the morning
Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling

And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa?
And that fat guy with the green shirt
That we both signed together
Once he hears this song, won't live it down forever

Your suit was the whitest thing since you know who
I fear that that savior I mentioned may be you

And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa?
And that poor girl who waited in the rain
For hours to meet me, not you, baby
Once she hears that song, won't live it down completely

And I owe it all to Tulsa, Oklahoma
This is just a reminder of the antique shop
That I wanna go back to and visit when it's open
In Tulsa, Oklahoma, just in case
You don't appreciate this song about you