| I know |
| Dusty ungoverned |
| Is not an excuse for a lover |
| My |
| Custom uncovered |
| Theres not a heartbeat to discover |
| You sense my alligator skin |
| Cloaks bookish weakness |
| And I am on the mend |
| And I wait for nightfall |
| So I can turn my heart over like an engine |
| I know |
| This rusted pattern |
| Say I dont treat you |
| Like you matter |
| Call it my solipsist mode |
| Well, I know, but, |
| Get nightmares when I sleep alone |
| Hey everyone come back to the city |
| Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty |
| Whats your agenda -- what you have planned to do? |
| I know |
| We struggle to escape |
| The times we illustrate |
| How we are meant for endings like the gilded age |
| Hey everyone come back to the city |
| Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty |
| Whats your agenda -- what you have planned oh? |
| Now youre out making trouble for the fun of it, |
| Making the boys work double for the littlest bit. |
| You sit, flirt and bat your eyes. |
| Which one of them’s taking you home tonight? |
| Ill take you home and try for our family but this loves no good for me, |
| this loves no |
| good for me |
| Hey everyone come back to the city |
| Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty |
| Whats your agenda -- what you have planned? |
| (Im looking for a magistrate I hear they like to sleep in late). |
| Hey everyone come back to the city |
| Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty |
| Whats your agenda -- what you have planned to do? |