The red, red lips

Of some secret solution


The Central Intelligence Agency


Has a file that's a mile longer than peace




She's naked on the phone


Watching them back

No eyes just their stupid grins


They long to be liberal mannequins




And in their tiny room, they eat Chinese food


And they don't call their wives


'Cause the girl in the window is

Pressing her breasts up against the window pane





The guy they're after

On the floor below her


Is cutting cocaine


Higher than the building




A one way trip


Whoever thought she'd miss

The ins and outs of oxygen


The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride


You've ever been on




Her mother loves that show


Even though she never gets the answers right

It's easier to play along


Sometimes more than being wrong




They found her in her room


Wearing a pink bunny suit


In sour cherry lipstick

Hanging from the closet door





Her eyes were wide, maybe to despise

Maybe just to look into your head light


Morning glow




And this is it, well this is it

Prime time deliverance




That you have and you hold

And you have and you hold


And you have and you hold



And you have and you hold


And you have and you hold

And you have and you hold




And she says the best thing you can do

Is hang around for a while