I met someone today Who changed the way I think She helped me to get drunk Although I never drink
She said, "Love is not a game To be entered in by fools You have to know the score You have to know the rules When you're on the streets of love Oh, when you're on the streets of love
You better be insincere You better be insincere You better be insincere You better be insincere." She showed me her room When the sunlight never shown Showed me to her bed And the sheets she laid upon
Covered with the stains Of a love that wouldn't die Some beside her face And some between her thighs When you're on the streets of love Oh, when you're on the streets of love
You better be insincere You better be insincere You better be insincere You better be insincere
Then she said to me "You're such a boy Full of marvels and fears But you know philosophy Only gives you bigger tears If you find the answer tonight Standing 'round in any bar I'd let you fuck her if I thought you could get hard Is what I mean Don't argue with me." I give all that you must And then some for myself I left her in her room Wrapped up in herself And covered with the marks Of a love she couldn't deny Beside her face And right between her thighs When you're on the streets of love Oh, when you're on the streets of love
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