What can I offer you I know youve had a drink or two Stumbling around in 6 inch heels I wish we could talk like you were no big deal What can I do for you That other men havent done to you When my hair recedes and I lose my sight How can I hold your hand through the night Follow your train to its last station Follow, follow, follow Follow your train to its last station Follow, follow, follow If the taste of someone elses love Scattered like confetti in the stars above Like an old movie playing in the park I know the end but Ill watch it unfold in the dark Yeah so carry me Los Angeles Im stuck here on your waiting list Youre giving me looks but Im giving them away I cant hear you over the music anyway I never burned through love that let me loose I only set the table for the company I choose Baby Ill be your ashtray Tomorrow will be a brand new day
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