There's nothing to do in this town and I've got nobody to do it with
I'm sick of the same old run-around and my terrible therapist
Can't shake it off, can't smoke it off
By tonight, do or die, gotta take it off
You've got moves you wanna show
Maybe baby serenade me with your Pheromones
I'm suited up for downtown prowl, seeking an escapologist
When one thing leads to another, leads to another, and and away we go, yeah
Take this rib; this Adam's muse for Eve
Fashion wings and fly away with me