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