A Crowd of Full Pockets

Honey, here's the odds for you and I having anything in common...
Slim to none
You've got time for new wave disco
And there's no excuse for that in my book
From 5th Avenue to 42s
You shopped around for conversation
In the hopes to avoid the indignity of a cab fare home that you'll settle on your own

Let's go!

Honey, here's the odds for you and I having anything in common...
Slim to none
But it's me that's losing out so I doubt it makes the slightest difference
You're oh-so-pretty and oh-so-bright
But there's a rumour in the air tonight
That these thoughts are not your own
Well I'm a like cat-like thief with a mind to mold

Will you love me if I sound like the American boys in the American bands?
But I know you'll never see it that way...
Will you love me if I sound like the American boys in the American bands?
But I know you'll never see it that way...

We are appearing via highest-speed connection
Singing, 'Nobody goes to shows, nobody goes to shows'
And when it's over we'll have nothing but the memories
Baby, nobody goes to shows
Nobody goes to shows

Honey, here's the consequences caused from a hole in reputation...
Bad to worse
And I hope it proceeds
And I mean that with the worst intentions
Boys like us in a place like this spells D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R
But you know you're better than that...
'Cos you know we're better than that...

Would you love me?
Oh baby, would you love me?

It's 2:05
And the trail has gone dry
It's 2:05
And the trail has gone dry

Will you love me if I sound like the American boys in the American bands?
'Cos I know you'll never see it that way...
Will you love me if I sound like the American boys in the American bands?
But I know you'll never see it that way...

We are appearing via highest-speed connection
Singing, 'Nobody goes to shows, nobody goes to shows'
And when it's over we'll have nothing but the memories
Baby, nobody goes to shows
Nobody goes to shows

We are appearing via highest-speed connection
Singing, 'Nobody goes to shows, nobody goes to shows'