Chainsmoking

Iversen

Compositor: Iversen

You bar hopper, you street walker
You’re chain smoking just to ask her for
Her number
And still your loves not found
You thrill seeker, you’re wills weaker
You team switcher swap the Mrs for the Mr
And still your loves not found

And I won’t come down till I found what I’ve
Been looking for
Sliding on pictures digital sisters in my
Telephone

You gotta stop drop your phone
There ain’t nothing wrong with being alone

All the messages passing fads and fetishes
I need somebody how can airbrush all my
Blemishes
Strip my coats and clothes orphan all my
Prejudice
Staddle up close to my ear and tell me
Just what true love is
Creatures in low light
Passing shadows in the night
And they never go away
Sharing stories of the night
Sexual strangers left behind
She may never know my pain

And it won’t be long till you found out
All my faults and flaws
Then you’re sliding on pictures checking
Out misters
On your telephone