Lose the sound

Put the bottle down

Maybe she’ll come around

Tastes like sugar

Smells like sweat

Probably hanging on his last cent

Taste me now, lose the sound

Dress me up in an evening gown

He’s there he hears me touching you

But I’ve got nothing left to lose

He’s not boring, he likes his shoes

He’s got nothing left to lose

Rain was falling down smooth

In the early afternoon

Taste me now, lose the sound

Dress me up in an evening gown

He’s there he hears me touching you

But I’ve got nothing left to prove