Ooh, oh
Ooh, oh
Ooh, oh
Ooh
The architects are choking out another hollow tooth
And the rooms have all been rented from the gutter to the roof
In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel
You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you
Men walk like pigeons
Women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom
Everybody's lonesome
And the wild boys say, "I'm on to you."
So to hell with the mill sallow chorus
Lift your body out of exile
Come bend to the outlaw arrow
Come let me under you veil
They might say love is only trouble
We're both too drunk to steer it
We may never be angels
But we're lousy with the spirit
Men walk like pigeons
Women all talk loud
Skin's a coin of the kingdom
Everybody's lonesome
And the diamond girls say, "I'm on to you."
And the streets say, "I'm on to you."
And the night say, "I'm on to you."
And the lovers say, "I'm on to you."
And the night say, "I'm on to you."
And the streets say, "I'm on to you."
And the cities say, "I'm on to you."
And the lovers say, "I'm on to you."
In the fire of my youth
We were racing with the sun
Kissing in the churchyard
I knew a righteous woman
On to you
Oh, I'm on to you
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