Bodegas and Blood by Butch Walker and The Black Widows

I re-listened to this song back in December of 2012 and discovered this song. It was also opportune that I downloaded a copy of Butch Walker's visit to the Daryl Hall's web show Live at Daryl's House. I actually didn't realize the Daryl in the title of the show was THE Daryl Hall from Hall and Oates. 

Butch Walker's song is always fun. Somehow I'm just able to relate to his music, similar to how I relate probably to Paul Westerberg's. They are both genius in my opinion.

Walking into a bodega while she's cleaning out her nose
Stuck here in Kenmare Square without a place to go
And it's a beautiful day
And she's a beautiful face
And she'll be fine

 
And the car wash water oozes down the sidewalk city street
Runs like the flow of blood from her legs 

down to the bathroom sink
And as she looks at the street
And then she looks at her feet
And she is fine
So it seems
Yeah
And it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me
And Mr. Harris runs the consignment store where she likes to get her jeans
He was a regular at studio 54 

Hanging out with the other queens
And he's the last of the five, to make it out alive
And he is fine
So it seems

Yeah

 And it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me

 
Little girl, she was an orphan she lost her folks when she was young
Nobody never gave her nothing, she taught herself to get things done
But if she smiles at everyone
And she is made and loved
And we are fine
Yes we are

 
Oh and it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me