We drift like gas
On someone else’s bed
I pay high you know
Here we are
How old are you
It’s just a job to me
Here the ladies always ring twice
Thought you’d slip away tonight with me
In a subway I called ‘you’
Hello you no more this talk of
‘My boys will be yours’
No more ‘I’
This conversation drains
My patience dry.
Here the business always rings twice
No relaxing for the boys tonight
In a subway I called ‘you’
Here the tension always slows twice
Shed one tear it’s just routine for now
In a subway I called ‘you’