Cold Comfort Lane

In the back bar there's a blind spot Roll the dice and rack your cards up Don't push your luck and lose your money All your cheap tricks won't impress me Those pocket queens and closet aces Full house of painted faces Dealing out suited connectors Your winning smile is infectious Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane Baby, when it's over we'll start it again Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane Baby, when it's over we'll start it again Dare to square up for the last bout Bear your chest and dance your heart out I only meant to make your bones shake Please forgive me if my lips quake I'm at a stand still in your hot clutch Yet you tell me you don't dance much Horns blearing through the encore As you tear me from the dance floor Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane Baby, when it's over we'll start it again Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane Baby, when it's over we'll start it again The Circus calls, put on your red lips Walk the floor, put on your red lips You're just her type She's got you in her sights Heavy breathing, smoke embraces Syrup smile, sambuca chasers Dim the lights and light your tabs up After hours we can kiss and make up The Circus calls, put on your red lips Walk the floor, put on your red lips You're just her type She's got you The Circus calls, put on your red lips Walk the floor, put on your red lips You're just her type She's got you in her sights

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