She fell in love with my imagination
She fell in love with another guy
I look so good in all the papers
I look so damn good living a lie
The big city ain't so pretty
Street lights are blinding my eyes
Shitty things and I am not even worried
The sun is down and I'm in my disguise
Whaddaya have
The change jar's been spent
Whaddaya have
Nothing left for rent
Whaddaya have
Down on my luck again
Whaddaya have
Nothing in the end
Out On the town, I'm dressed for killin
A dime a dozen or two at a time
Shes by my side, shes Ready and willin
It's bottom barrel but not quite a crime