I can't stay here tonight
There's buttons to sew
And lust to be made to seem tender
With a freshened up face
And smile bearing lips
I'll practice it, locked in the bathroom
We can't stay here tonight
This waitress is tired
Of waging a war of attrition
So pay for the coffee
And we'll take it to go
And you hold the cup while I'm driving
I can't stay here tonight
There's blankets to fold
And love to make polished and silver
And store it away behind memory's glass
We'll take it out when we get lonely

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