Midget In A Nightclub

I just want a thought to call my own
Cos maybe then you’d hear it
At least just one that I can drone
harmonize and keep at my home
Well I don’t know how to fix your car
but in each big city I know a bar
where the stools are high and the drinks are cheap
and I can make you feel just how pretty you are
Hey man I need a line so sweet
Knocks you off your feet
Keeps you here with me
I just want something to call my own
Compliments that run
Through your hair like a comb
I’m a midget in a nightclub I can’t see
the choice of beers from the bums on seats
and the bruises around my ears are just getting worst
from the new pair of buttons and the watches and purses
I read my lines and I know the part
Sugar I just don’t know where to start
But theres something in your eyes that I need
To fall on through so kick me 'round a bit and you’ll see
Hey man I need a line so sweet
Knocks you off your feet
Keeps you here with me
I just want something to call my own
Compliments that run
Through your hair like a comb
You know that they write songs about girls like you
sit down and get your throat wet while I do
Hey man I need a line so sweet
Knocks you off your feet
Keeps you here with me
I just want something to call my own
Compliments that run
Through your hair like a comb
Hey man I need a line so sweet
Knocks you off your feet