You did your best to fight against the hunger Feigning indifference, refusing each caress I can't switch off this longing any longer Your soul's unwilling, my heart objects
Gigolo lovers vacant-eyed and drilling Raise the price before you sign the check I suppose the potion that you're swilling Dulls the pain and atones for all the sex
You're cutting back, making do before the killing Sold your stuff and crashed your car in the parade Despite the lack, you're in the black, it must be thrilling Enough's enough, you went too far, the fringe has frayed
I know your plan to play the miser doling out desire At intervals a handout and sometimes there's a buyer My pittance, my drought, with your hand on my mouth I'd have you for a song but you're always running out
