Oh I

Rented a motorbike


And all night


I had the Fear...

But onward,


Oh how the terrifying choice


was clear




So white!


The moon was a wicked sight

His cruel wife


Had cut off an ear


When the fog cleared

I heard the voices of a million cheer





This time

The pleasure's all mine


I've got your number


I know the score

I'd be a hopeless romantic


But for the fortune I made


in gold




My heart bent


Towards the circus tent

A man in red


Beckoned me near


In his wild eyes

I saw the faces of a million cheer





He said,

"This time,


The pleasure's all mine


I've got your number

I know the score


And you and


your hopeless romantics

Will wipe the highway I pave


in gold..."




In his wild eyes,

Oh how the terrifying choice

was clear




This time...


oh the pleasure is all mine

I've got your number

I know the score


And I'd be

a hopeless romantic...

but for the fortune I made


The fortune I made

The fortune I made

in gold.