As soon as you get in, text me
Rush that incidental driver, let him hurry
Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial
I look into them and feel relieved
If asked, tell them you don't know me
The moment you're set free fly like a bullet through doors
And landings. Wave down a taxi driver and rush him
As soon as you get in, text me....
I used to study sex
In detail - horizontally-
But I seem to have missed on something
I know it from the times of parents' bedrooms
Capabilities are not everything
I'm sure to be a bad dancer
And if you never missed veins with your syringe
You might as well spit on the floor and get me in the face all right
And my bro is thrown onto the floor, AKA thrust against the shoulder blade
And now the glass is half empty*
My number will light up on the lcd in the pocket of my jacket
And you, please throw over your jacket and hurry
Which sofa we'll be getting older on is yet to be decided
As soon as you get in, text me to soothe my soul
It's high time for us, no fussing
Throw over your jacket, pick your bag
Cocaine goes into the sink, cash goes fifty-fifty
We won't admit even 50 per cent of guilt
To a lucky life - good luck!
A swat team is impatiently banging for welcome
Blaring they'll batter down the door
I smiled and took my loved one into my arms
Calmed her down and said everything was all right
Joked about the go-go men in the cops uniform
They will start undressing the moment you open the door
And you were ready to buy it.
I'm thrown onto the floor, AKA thrust against my shoulder blade
You're in tears and I can't even give you a hankie
Your mascara is on your face, it's said to be waterproof, a sheer lie
Take it back to L'Etoile tomorrow and claim the refund.
Chorus X2
As soon as you get in, text me
Rush that incidental driver, let him hurry
Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial
I look into them and feel relieved
If asked, tell them you don't know me
The moment you're set free fly like a bullet through doors
And landings. Wave down a taxi driver and rush him
As soon as you get in, text me....
Who goes where? Me - behind the bars
And we are not together with our own selves any more
And you're strolling under the street lamps totally on your own
But mind you, I'll be a shadow behind
The extension of yours
At that very moment