Might I have the pleasure tonight?
I need [bad word] 
The dead eyes of the city have got me reeling
And I'm not much for dreaming

And you look like a grand hotel
Dressed in blue soliloquies
You think you can be there for me?
And could you help me to wind down?

You can tell me every little secret
And I'll be your gun and you can
And you can let it bleed if you need to
And I won't drop the dime and you can

Cry if you like
It gets too much sometimes
Cry if you like
Until the poison in your eyes just seems to subside

Everybody wants you here
They all want to wear you on their best side
Boys scream your name and the girls curse your pride
Your French confidantes and

They do their best Fred Astaire on the lawn
They moan to you all of their favorite songs
But you've been hiding here with me
Out on the brightest spotlights on the floor

You can tell me every little secret
And I'll be your gun and you can
And you can let it bleed if you need to
And I won't drop the dime and you can

Cry if you like
It gets too much sometimes
Cry if you like
Until the poison in your eyes just seems to...

You can tell me every little secret
And I'll be your gun and you can
And you can let it bleed if you need to
And I won't drop the dime and you can

Cry if you like
It gets too much sometimes
Cry if you like
Until the poison in your eyes just seems to subside