Track #9
Album: A Fever You Can't Sweat OutNow 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 daiquiriAnd 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 naivetyOh,
But I'm afraid that I—
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead d-dead d-dead d-dead in this placeWell, I'm afraid that I—
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this placeAnd 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 naivetyWell, I'm afraid that I—
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead d-dead d-dead d-dead in this placeWell, I'm afraid that I—
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this placeAnd 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 naivetyPraying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
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