I Smell Your Sweat On My Skin
Breakfast In Vegas On Cocaine And Gin
 [bad word]  For Trouble And Begging For Pain
Craving For Pleasure, Sickening Game
It's After Midnight, We Lost Track Of Time
You Should Be Going Now, Into The Night
What Did I Pay You To Make You Stay

You Never Know When Enough Is Too Much
Crying Sin, Out Of Sight Out Of Touch
The Personal Things Babe, You Keep Inside
Let Me Tell You Something There's No Place To Hide
What Did I Pay You To Make You Stay

I Smell Your Sweat On My Skin
Breakfast In Vegas On Cocaine And Gin