Now I’m of consenting age
To be forgetting you in a cabaret
Somewhere downtown where a
Burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I’m seated and sweating to a
Dance song on the club’s P.A…
~*~
If you can go any cheaper
I’ll find you a stumbling vomit drunk in blind alleys
Askin’ for a round of drinks
In exchange for tying stems of maraschino cherries
With your manipulating tongue
And your unwilling flesh that’s just cigarette smoke
I can trespass through over again
But I can never touch, ’cause my heart will only choke
.
And if I was any more hopeless
You’ll find me hanging off the stools in backdoor bars
Holding another shivering bottle
Lusting to catch my tenth falling wornout rusted star
Hooking up in insalubrious stands
When all I care about is satisfying imminent attention
No jezebel can be too in demand
Let’s get wasted tonight, regret simplifying the caution
.
And if both of us were to crash together
Oh what a shame it couldn’t be when we’re both sober
Let’s just fuck ’til we damage our brains
And tomorrow we’ll be nothing but sidewalk remains
For everything is exciting with no chance
The pain and malicious intentions intensifies romance
Somehow this love affair feels much better
When we’re scratching the backs and sense off each other.
~*~
Well, I’m afraid that I—
Well, that’s right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place!
And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me?
I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety…