Cold Comfort Lane
In the back bar there's a blind spot
Roll the dice and rack your cards up
Don't push your luck and lose your money
All your cheap tricks won't impress me
Those pocket queens and closet aces
Full house of painted faces
Dealing out suited connectors
Your winning smile is infectious
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Dare to square up for the last bout
Bear your chest and dance your heart out
I only meant to make your bones shake
Please forgive me if my lips quake
I'm at a stand still in your hot clutch
Yet you tell me you don't dance much
Horns blearing through the encore
As you tear me from the dance floor
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you in her sights
Heavy breathing, smoke embraces
Syrup smile, sambuca chasers
Dim the lights and light your tabs up
After hours we can kiss and make up
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you in her sights
Roll the dice and rack your cards up
Don't push your luck and lose your money
All your cheap tricks won't impress me
Those pocket queens and closet aces
Full house of painted faces
Dealing out suited connectors
Your winning smile is infectious
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Dare to square up for the last bout
Bear your chest and dance your heart out
I only meant to make your bones shake
Please forgive me if my lips quake
I'm at a stand still in your hot clutch
Yet you tell me you don't dance much
Horns blearing through the encore
As you tear me from the dance floor
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
Baby, when it's over we'll start it again
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you in her sights
Heavy breathing, smoke embraces
Syrup smile, sambuca chasers
Dim the lights and light your tabs up
After hours we can kiss and make up
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you
The Circus calls, put on your red lips
Walk the floor, put on your red lips
You're just her type
She's got you in her sights
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Writer(s): Ruth Marion Patterson, Rosemary Anne Bristow
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