Slow dancing with hookers.
Vicious onlookers .
Purple skirt and black fishnets .
Not like any girl I’ve ever met .
Soak in the heartbreak .
Absorb all her pain .
Do you think you’d have the will to abstain .
Another paycheck , flushed it again .
The illusion of the city .
It’s where faith comes to die .
Pull aside them black panties .
Just wait for that sigh .
Tell yourself that you’re just not that guy .
That’s the last time , you always say .
So half assed , you can’t even pray .