Some guys work up for the night
When desperation's a losing fight
They go down
Out on the town
Out on the town
Out on the town
He walks alone down the old city
Operatin' on booze and a lot of pity
Think I've probably seen it all
But this guy really knows how to crawl
No one's gonna give him a look
So he hits the deck like a crook
And he goes, and he goes
down, down on the ground
down on the ground
down on the ground
Human upskirt, out of hand
No one saw it but me
The kind of action that never pays
Decisions lost on me
Human upskirt, what a freak
Men are so complex
Welcome to his feeble world
He's thinking of your dress
I don't like you, he's probably busted
I can't blame him, I might be worse

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