If mine is yours, baby, and yours is mine

Then why is yours always so hard to find

A king of men and a queen of whores

You've built your empire on all fours



You give me sorrow in return for love

Bring me down from what I'm dreaming of

The lights are on but there's nobody home

Selling my soul just to be alone



Singin' a song that should bring it all back to you

Doing the things that you said you'd never do

Riding the nights, left the good times far behind

Looking to you for the things I'll never find



I don't need comfort or your sympathy

I don't want pity or an easy lay

I want the sun, the moon, the stars and all

I need your loving and some alcohol