There are things I will do
For a hatchet job, too
Ante up, there's a new kid in town
It won't take long
For what's red hot and blonde
To be ashes on the ground.
The Manhattan skyline
A bed and a byline
I've come and I've cradled your face
I won't be the last one
To commit crimes of passion
With a shoot-out and a chase
Over and over and over and over
I'm beckoning, begging
I keep hanging on
Going once, going twice
Mercy God, Jesus Christ
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone.
Nothing has changed
Since the last time I came
My pride and my hat in my hand
I never sleep well
I still kiss and tell
And I do not pay the band.
Over and over
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