Like cheap tarts in a red light street
Only the echoes of my mind
Hopeless romantics, here we go again
How dare you sit there and drink all our beer
I never had a dream that made sweet love to me
You get too much, you get too high
Please give her my message, tell her of my plea
He got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun
Lipstick and powder
Remember how I made you scream
