I'm going to dress up tonight
Around this great big city
And I'm gonna have a drink
In your youthful yearnings
I know you like to visit them
The words you write to her
And I wish them to be mine
Does mine make you sickly
Or maybe I no longer have
The sweetness you require
About a heart so embittered
And tonight it's out for hire
But it ain't nothin' here
But you just can't escape it
Where my tolerance gave way