Sitting across the table
The prince of sin himself
A bowl full of bouillabaisse
He said "Bring some maria's"
The coffee pot whistle raised
He took a taste
Oh how incredible
To see him at ease
In a place where he shouldn't show his face
The kids they all ask me
They don't know what I mean
When I say he was born with no shame
His fans are all strangers
They call it mystique
But who likes moggy water anyway?
He said he'll pay you tomorrow
When he means the day next
Chances are you'll never see
That cash back again
He's got the luck of the Irish
Pin straight teeth
Traits they say got passed Onto me
I'd rather not hear it
I'd rather not know
It's a hard thing to look in the mirror
Everyone's dancing
They've got control of their feet
All the while now he's on his knees
He tries to flash you a smile
And tell you story, "baby"
The disco ball's loud
And the music's too shiny
Pulling her a little closer in
Pulling her a little closer in
Pulling her a little closer in
Pulling her a little closer in