Blow Jobs for Cocaine - Andy Bell

Does a stranger on the dancefloor heeds your unmatched needs

Of a last fulfilling escape route one’s your husband failed to please

Your justifying mantra moaned

That your marriage you’d have grown

You chasing the phantoms of ecstasy

You never truly owned

And you tell me I’m the one

Who’s got sex on the brain

But it’s you who in the lamplight

Still gives blowjobs for cocaine

Brutally brief encounters all

Had you sleep denied

In high sight your whole whoring life

You have idealized remember now with

Your recollections are giving me inventive

A chance that love has passed off somehow was attentive

When in truth you didn’t care much

With what she went with

You see I was there let me explain

You’re a psychopathic addict who gives blowjobs for cocaine

The rough and tumble bust butts and lip gloss

Chauffeured tusk and short dress once we tossed them off

got you serviced in car lots

Dirty favors given, cash taken men with pistols

Drug dealers with scars you dodge and you dive by

Drop for to get them high

Tell them well practiced jokes to make them laugh

Till they remember a soul that once again we could when skinned

Give blowjobs for cocaine

(tells me I’m the one who has sex on the brain)

Give blowjobs for cocaine