Listen up, lover of mine.
I know that we're flying blind,
But don't get carried away.
I'll take your kindnesses
And I'll take your weekend trips,
Don't let them leave your lips.
Pass me that bottle of wine.
And drink to our victimless crimes
I'll take your honest gifts
And I'll take your finger trips,
Don't let them leave your lips.
I'll take your kindnesses
And I'll take your weekend trips,
Don't let them leave your lips.
Yeah, keep your promises.
Don't let them leave your lips.