All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Lights low, get lit Mouth closed, take dick Lace up, legs up Get drunk, clothes off Weed loud, twist up Throwback, look back Woosah, get that I ain't worried about no other bitch you got me Use them lips you know I love you, kiss my body

Won't you call 773, 779 love, oh Sexy I should get to know Been thinking lately girl we can get more physical Those pantie drawers is all I need Falling off of your body Okay girl I'm not him put it down, down And when the light's low Twist off a couple

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

'Cause you're the only one that's taking me home Can't wait to get in my zone Who said we got to go slow Turn down the lights, and watch my private show You got a ticket for all To get high, we got to get low Because this is your private show We're

I am the tiger I am behind you, I'll always find you People who fear me never go near me Yellow eyes, the spotlights of the city lights The city is a jungle, you'd better take care Never walk alone after midnight If you don't believe me, you'd better

I move slow and steady But I feel like a waterfall Yeah, I move slow and steady Past the ones that I used to know And I'm never ready 'Cause I know, I know, I know That time won't let me Show what I want to show The lights go out, I am all alone

Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel