last call and a busty blonde gives in   sucked up in a swig of midnight skin   sad eyes try to force a thinline smile   cheap touch and an even cheaper gin      pants much too tight for her   these lights too bright for her   quick ride to a place she knows too well   she walks in front of me   unaware that i can see   weak lies that she sells to selfish men   and i'm walking home again      eyes shut to pretend tonight might last   full moon silhouettes a twilight past   heart thin and her thoughts begin to spin   slow drag to forget the touch so fast      pants much too tight for her   these lights too bright for her   quick ride to a place she knows too well   she walks in front of me   unaware that i can see   weak lies that she sells to selfish men   and i'm walking home again      stand slow to a copper glow 'round ten   late lunch with a few white collar men   two shots and a new sad song begins   tick tock and it's half past once-again