I want to buy a photo booth that will
take me where it may - I'll walk right
in and go. Wherever it will bring me;
I'll pay the quarter, I'll pay the dollar,
whatever it takes, I'll not answer back.
I'll sit still for each exposure, but will
never want to leave. Put it in some
funky five and dime, an old one if one
ever can be found - with all women
walking around in their untied boots
and long, raggy coats, a few whisker
hairs on their chin. I won't mind, I'll
take it all in. Just find me that
photo booth, and let me go in.