Behind Every Good Woman Lies A Trail Of Men

In These Deep City Lights [2]

There’s a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
A place you can stand for one night and get gone

It’s clear this conversation ain’t doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don’t feel like singing tonight
All the same songs
...
The situation’s always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood’s name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it’s not me