With one or two I get used to the room
we go slow when we first make our moves
by five or six bring your wheel to the car
number nine with my head on the bar
and its sad, but true
out of cash, and I own you
we got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
my tounge will taste the gin and malicious intent
bring you back to the bar get you out of the cold
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