Here we are
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 shows twice
Shed one tear
It's just routine - for now
In a subway I called 'You'
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