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