Spent my money on a friday night
Nothing I do ever works out right
Sold my soul for a cute smile
Feel like second hand furniture going out of style

Took my soul to a hotelroom
Found myself howling beneath the moon
Look pretty sick on the outside
All I ever wanted was to be taken for a ride

Well you know I really love you
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you
But lately I felt so sad and sick
I would do anything just for a decent kick


(c) Kiss My Jazz
Words by Rudy Trouvé