Stockholm Maybe

I'm the king of numbers, I'm the count of arbitrage
I run the Monte Carlo method, I have an entourage
I press the keys, and all the money falls off the edge of the world
Can I get some odds on that?

My little addictions are grinding me down
I'm trying real hard to turn my frown upside down
Got to get a ticket, lets get out of here baby
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe

Some asshole told me, you have to be cruel to be good
The same rule always applies, be it work, sex or food
You've got to hide your eyes, ignore the consequences
Put your hands deep into your pockets because you know it going to be expensive

My little addictions are grinding me down
I'm trying real hard to turn my frown upside down
Got to get a ticket, let's get out of here baby
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe

Sipping Martinis in a Stockholm bay
Started out bad, but it turned out OK
My Swedish is fluent, I'm really well read
All the ladies said I was great in bed, Oh hell, no

She's got me ziplocked to a radiator in a filthy part of town
I can't remember I'm in a bit of a state, everything's locked down and its way too late
Got no one else to blame, it's what I imagined that I wanted
Outside the snow falls lightly, silent, white and definitely haunted

My little addictions are grinding me down
I'm trying real hard to turn my frown upside down
Got to get a ticket, let's get out of here baby
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe
My little addictions are grinding me down
I'm ready to exit this God forsaken town
Got to get a ticket, let's get out of here baby
Somewhere sophisticated Stockholm maybe



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Williamson, Martin Williamson, David Mclarnon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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