You got no money for her time but she says it's yours
Cheap wine back to her back to her place and she locks the doors
And she's on fire every Saturday night
Your just the latest fish to take a bite
And so it rolls round a crazy room Drinks filed to the top
The smell of stale perfume With inhibitions at an all-time low
She starts the show and you got nowhere left to go
So you say who no Girl you need to slow down
And show me that you really care Coz I feel you're not there
When you hit me with your Body all covered in anticipation
Girl you just torture my imagination Coz is it really fair
The way that you don't care Just another Sunday waking up on the bathroom floor
From a thousand stories behind these closed doors
So now you're coming out Taking this city down
Looking for love but you left your love on her lips
Now you're coming down with the mid aged disease
And you wanna run but you can't breath
Could someone tell me Is this the place that I am meant to be
Creeping into my old age Abstemious in my disgrace
And now my head is filled with burning doubt but his girl she doesn't even care
Coz I feel you're not there When you hit me with your
Body all covered in anticipation Girl you just torture my imagination
Coz is it really fair I need to run from her
Just another Sunday waking up on the bathroom floor
From a thousand stories behind these closed doors
Keep runnin', keep runnin', keep runnin' Away from you I say now
Keep runnin', Keep runnin' away
Oh I feel so lonely in my bed Next to this strangers head
I feel so tired but I can't sleep Oh now
She's comin' in, Expecting sins and my whole body aches to
Feel her skin Beneath my fingers one more touch
But one more touch is never enough
So show me that you really care
Coz I feel you're not there When you hit me with your
Body all covered in anticipation Girl you just torture my imagination
Coz is it really fair I need to run from her
Just another Sunday waking up on the bathroom floor
From a thousand stories behind these closed doors
Behind these closed doors