An itch My eye twitched like a memory of forgotten bars(?) One of those cities One of those nights Everyone's darling Everyone's sweetheart Just this drink to hold my hand One glass of anything Anything cheap And I'm here just because Everyone else has come just to be seen
Oh I don't know these buildings I think I'm lost
In the perfumed armpit of town, Develop a debt now, these people are bricks Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow Such disappointment when the paper is ripped So I stand, still boring and bored Itching my eye again, against the wall At the end, at the close, Would you be good enough to take me home?
'cause I don't know these buildings I think I am lost 'cause I don't know these building I think I am lost
Would you Would you would you be good enough to take me home? Would you Would you would you be good enough to take me home? Would you Would you would you be good enough to take me home? Would you Would you would you be good enough to take me home?