One in the Morning

She my one in the morning, drop the needle hard on the phonograph

She was born in New Orleans, like a second-line rhythm while she runs her bath

And I met her for the first time dancing just out of reach

Water bottle full of white wine, but staying right on the beat

And I know

I know-whoa

I know

She don’t care about me

Well, she driving out to LA on a whim, you know she ain’t seen the west

She gonna make her own way, don’t need no man, don’t need no rest

I know

I know-whoa

I know

She don’t care about me

(hey!)

Well I rode out to see her, but she dropped acid up in the hills

Wearing high heels in the desert and bummin’ around the Ace Hotel

And I know

I Know-whoa-whoa

I know

She don’t

Yes I know, Yes I know, Yes I know

She don’t care about me

(no)

She my one in the morning

She my one in the morning

She my one in the morning

She my one, She my one, She my one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my (she my one) one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my (she my one) one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my (she my one) one, yeah

She my one, She my one, She my (she my one) one, yeah, yeah