The Score

O I rented a motobike
All night I had the fear
For your word
O the terrifying choice
Was clear. .. clear
So right the moon was out of sight
His cool wife cut off an ear
I heard the voices of oblivion cheer
This time the pleasure’s all mine
I’ve got your number I know the score
I’d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold
Hard bent toward the circus tent
.. . Beckond me near
His wild eyes
O how terrifying choice was clear. .. clear
This time the pleasure’s all mine
I’ve got your number I know the score
I’d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold
His wild eyes
I saw the faces for a million cheers
This time the pleasure’s all mine
I’ve got your number I know the score
I’d be a hopeless romantic
For the fortune I made in gold