'Tarot' style lyric card from the Limited Box Set
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But It's Better If You Do
(As performed on the album "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out")
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.
The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
But, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
But It's Better If You Do
(As written on the album liner notes and 'tarot' card from the limited box set)
Now I'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret
somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name.
As she sheds her skin on stage,
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the clubs PA.
And the strip joint veteran sits two away,
smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri...
Isn't this precisely.where.you'd.like.me.
You know, Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety?
But I'm afraid that I, well I may have faked
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
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