From the recording Love You
Lyrics
If you’re ever in Berlin
With a girl who plays the violin
Make sure that the floor doesn’t hide a door
Before you’re led into her bed
At the paradise motor inn
There’s a couple drinking bathtub gin
His lips are wet on a cigarette
As she pulls a pistol from her pocket
She pulls a pistol from her pocket
His boots are made out of sharkskin
He’s got a tattoo where his best friend stabbed him
He walks with a limp, and once was a pimp
But now he makes his fortune as a preacher
How many ways
Do I want you? Do I need you?
How many ways can I say I love you?
I love you
Just for today, Just for tonight
