(Author's Notes: This was written the day we got our brand spanking new leather couches. So, the fedora, the photographs, the shoes, the couches-all exist, all mine. The context-not so much. Think Lou Reed meets jazz meets every band on Saddle Creek Records for the music aspect.)

(Patent Leather Heels And Black Fedoras)

You're so young
But you look so old tonight
And I wonder if that's really alright
Is your gentleman calling you home tonight?
To a room that shouldn't be your home tonight?

Vacant hallways with stained wood floors
Satin and lace is gone before you're through the bedroom door
Patent leather heels and black fedoras
Make no footsteps and have no headrests
Nothing's allowed rest, just get undressed, tonight

The couches are made of leather
And the bed is made of convenience
The photographs sleep in frames of black metal
Ignoring their eyes so they don't have to see
How ungentlemanly your man is about to be

Vacant hallways with stained wood floors
Satin and lace is gone before you're through the bedroom door
Patent leather heels and black fedoras
Make no footsteps and have no headrests
Nothing's allowed rest, just get undressed, tonight

The wallpaper's peeling and you're wondering why
If you're in this for the money
Why's this a common sight?
You look at the nightstand, the lust in his eyes
You see that you're in the budget so
The wallpaper is sacrificed

Vacant hallways with stained wood floors
Satin and lace is gone before you're through the bedroom door
Patent leather heels and black fedoras
Make no footsteps and have no headrests
Nothing's allowed rest, just get undressed, tonight