Broke Down...Brokedown in the City of AngelsYou've stopped yelling finally.The rain melts the colorsFrom you. Reds and pinks and blues.Care to jack the car up baby?Your fingers dig your hips, Not on this street.Hey, it's only Mulholland Drive baby.Shot of tongue and teethOn cherry lip-gloss. I want toTaste that shiny gelOn my tongue. Come closer, baby,Help me with this tire.Hands in pockets, flash of bare bellyAbove those sweet soaking wetJeans. Just looking, baby. Could youToss me that wrench?I can see through that shirt of yours.Pink is your color baby.Want a jacket? Nah, you don'tNeed one because, after all,It's only Mulholland Drive baby.