Caressing filled up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
Today I lay in a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain
Oh please Miss Lane
Hit me with some pain

Went walking through this city’s neon lights
In fear of discussing my warping sins depression lines
Upon calling on them intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
If only for the old times cold times
Don’t go waving your pretentious love

He’s soliciting on his tan brown brogues
Girating through some lonesome devil’s row
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks possessing holes

Sleekly offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics
Of lonely office clerks any lay suffices his eye

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
If only for the old times
Don’t go waving your pretentious love

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NOTE: We’ve tried to replicate what Peter actually sings above (as opposed to the printed lyrics), so there may be some errors. Let us know!