Burning lips with passion
Only lovers could ignite the feeling
at night, in the backseat of the car
Smoke a drag, down a drink, we'll melt together
..
but

It's becoming old smoke's getting stale
..c.a.r.e.s. anymore
the sensation is still the same

Maybe its dulling its becoming routine
Dropping by every night, stand at the corner
Give me a light, life's a fuckin bitch again this week
and it starts all over again so addicted to secrets
Streetwalkers and Romancers never mingle
except when you're the whore that's so deep in love
and keeps walking further and .f.u.r.t.h.e.r.
down the street of fucked up lane watching and waiting
for that .p.r.e.t.t.y. little face