A silver lamp-lit sign
Flashes in the rain
Inside the taxi
That takes me to my plane
And the partys over
With a head that throbs
Its none of my business you see
Im just doing my job

Im gonna track you down
Im gonna catch your scent
Im gonna spring your trap
Im gonna track you down

You were last seen leaving tonys bar
With a dark suspicious man
And some intoxicated woman
cause your wife doesnt understand
A carnation in your buttonhole
Greed inside your veins
Smooth threats and promises
Hotel rooms and chains

Closing in that snow and musk
Leave you high and dry
First youre gonna see her
Then youre gonna cry

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