It's five in the morning
you'll meet nothing but the losers
men and women who will tell
you who's his and who's hers
but there's always somewhere else
and some brandy, beer or coffee
will surely change their minds
and make them come home with me
Strange pleasures
can't be made to measure
but must be taken at your leasure
oh to be caught
but you never thought
you could be caught
in the act and that's a fact
no one sends out warnings
they ain't written on their faces
you might get sick or you could die
frequenting the odd wrong place
some are on drugs, some wasted
by those sad things you've read about
don't it make you wonder and
don't it make you want to shout
refr.
early 1986
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