It's Getting Colder

I'm nobody's hustler,
No pinky ring around my finger,
But I've driven in my share of limousines.

My girl dressed in sequins,
Shine just like a Vegas singer,
And I'm up all night avoiding scary dreams.

So goodbye to the ladies
Who wait in the rafters.
Goodbye to the feelers
Out there on the street.
Goodbye to the babies,
Goodbye to the rabies,
Goodbye to getting high and eating meat.

I'm nobody's puppy,
I'm not your doggy-woggy either,
But I have bitten many other men.

I'm nobody's voodoo
I'm not your paranoia either,
But I tape-record every phonecall that I get.

I once was a Quaker,
Till my market made it bigger,
I spend my life fighting off regret.

So goodbye to the ladies
Who wait in the rafters.
Goodbye to the feelers
Out there on the street.
Goodbye to the babies,
Goodbye to the rabies,
Goodbye to getting high and eating meat.

I'm nobody's sweetheart,
I blame nobody but myself,
Cause I know you were looking out for me...
I know you were looking out for me.
I know you were looking out for me.