He's got a way with sharing his cigarettes Pulls out a light, but soon her brain forgets Smoke in the shadow of a dream A champagne glass that's filled with Johnnie Walker He looks her way, "you're not a big talker" Share lace and leather in the dark Blue is the moon like Elvis sang in his old song She blushed and took his hand, she knew it all along The alleyway is dripping with leather and lace Brings him real close enough to sink into his taste The city lights and cars are going so fast It's like a film noir that's always gonna last Watch me as I lick up your scars Already 2 AM, the clock is ticking Didn't quite know what they were missing Too bad that it was all a dream