The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a

No we can't go home like this Say you wanna leave, wanna leave When the bed's half-made and the light's blown out We can build our fate over hollow ground Open up the cage, let the birds fly out Like, like, like, like 'Cause we can't go home like this

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

But stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was round in the places she’s supposed to be round Now you can take the waitress or the blonde over there Stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was five foot two, about ninety-five pounds You can take

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there