Virginia McCall 歌词

You're out on the town every night Maybe this time you'll get it right Young ladies in leather, heads light as a feather Their pants, your throat, equally tight You dance out of fear, then make love to a beer And pray for the morning light When day comes you head for your job Just a man all alone in a mob You're out on the street, you're surrounded by sweet Your head is beginning to throb You're looking for nice, they're just peddling spice It makes you feel like poor Lee J. Cobb (Solo) Virginia McCall was her name And you know thing will never be the same She burst into your life, and ended your strife And put quick flight to your guilt and you shame From out of the blue you're finally getting your due And your bete noir is finally tame You stay at home every night You're happy 'cause you're doing what is right The pressure is gone, you're no longer a pawn On a black square, the queen on a white Your work is now done, the game has been won So say bon jour to the morning light