I can't go past without going inside
Where there're seats and a free whiskey neat
I can hang up my coat
I can put up my feet
But I don't think I'll ever feel dry
Yeah, I don't think that I'll ever feel dry
And I don't think I'll ever feel dry
And I don't think that I'll ever feel dry
No matter how hard that I try
Yeah, I can't go past without going inside
Where the clothes turn my head from the street
They can tell me what's what
At the finest boutique
But who knows if I'll wear what I buy
Yeah, who knows if I'll wear what I buy
Who knows if I'll wear what I buy
Who knows if I care what I sign
Who knows If I care what I sign
Okay, I can't go past without going inside
Where she tells me she thinks I am sweet
I enjoy her quick wit
And I'm good with her tits
But I make love without it supplied
Yeah, I make love
I make love
I make love when you can't even ask me why
Uh-huh, I can't go past without going inside
Where I keep myself silent for weeks
There's nothing to eat
Except cannibal sweets
But I can't seem to stop passing by