It's Too Late-New York Dolls

It's Too Late - New York Dolls Got the invitation to that seventies expose But how she ever gonna love you when she can't parlez vous your Francais You know that she can't stop dancin' and that's just about to make you scream When you where actin' so damn fine, you tryin' hard not to be so mean And you're tryin' to tell me Ow That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times, baby, it's too late That's when I saw your mama, and she's the blonde queen of the prom And you're the little heiress to the kingdom from the flesh right down to the bone 'Cause I saw you last night, darlin', on the midnight flight to the stars But you spend most your time in the powder room where you chit chat with Diana Dors And you tryin, to tell her Ow That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times, but baby, it's too late You invite us up to that B-trip (?) but that's nothing new on me That reminds me of problems back in 1933 Now, you were here when they crashed on down and the geckos (?) got smacked up And now all of God's children, they gettin' what they want When they get the ticket Ow Ow That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times, but baby, it's too late