Ebony eyes, like desire
They're waiting for me to come home
Then she walks
In her high heels in my direction

In your hand I see you're drinking whiskey
Your inhibitions hit the floor
And your lips begin to move
This is what I've been waiting for

You ain't got to say the words to me
At all

You ain't got to say the words to me
At all

This charge you waltz so easily, darling
The men, me, should've known
Now I stay
And watch my soul departing

'Cause in your eyes I see the burning fire
And you don't need no other flame
No other flame, no, no, they're probably gone
I bet tomorrow you don't even know my name

You don't got to say the words to me
At all, at all