Stranded In Sofia

Stranded in Sofia gotta keep the cold off my guitar
Café on Vitosha got a communist bloc noir
There's a man with a tracksuit at the bar looking over and when
I let you take me home I know I'm gonna see him again

But I'm beat up and broken and dyin'
For a plate of beans and eggs
And I can't get my mind off the
Tattoos on the back of your legs

I know if I go with you it'll be my demise
Despite the invitation to the warmth of your thighs
Gitanes bleach blonde, too used to tellin' lies

I tell you all my troubles while you sip a cloudy glass of Pernod
Lipstick on your cigarette tells me everything I wanted to know
Heaven knows I wish I was left with a safer choice
Drunk on Johnny Walker and the sharp, smoky lilt of your voice

A fake fur jacket in a Naugahyde booth
Everythin' about you ain't tellin' the truth

A half-eaten plate of mayonnaise and fries
The way you hold your cigarette in front of your eyes
Gitanes bleach blonde, I see through every one of your lies

I ain't had a decent bite in two days or more
My promoter took the cash and she cancelled the tour
But if you touch my arm again and curl your lip
I'll close my eyes and dive into your sinkin' ship

'Cuz I'm beat up and broken and dying
For a plate of beans and eggs
And I can't get my mind off my hands
Up the back of your legs

I know if I go with you it'll be my demise
Despite the invitation to the warmth of your thighs
Gitanes bleach blonde I don't care
What all this implies
Gitanes bleach blonde, I'll fall for every one of your lies