Maybe I'm just kidding myself when I say I love you I don't know-- Loving without trusting You get--frostbite and sunstroke I wish I felt nothing! You pimp--laughing and strutting her to my chartered seat Your old off night back street
It's been stinger to stinger, darling It's been heart to heart You still keep me from finishing Any new love I start Now she's moved in with you She's keeping your house neat And your sheets sweet And I'm your off night back street
I can feel your fingers Feeling my face There are some lines you put there And some you erase Maybe I'm just dramatizing I don't care It's home--it can be heaven When we play fair But these sentimental journeys Late at night-- High in some back room you're calling me To be your off night back street
You give me such pleasure You bring me such pain Who left her long black hair In our bathtub drain?