We were sittin' on your bed, cross-legged in your head You were talkin' to me so slow, so slow When you put your pretty red lipstick on a cigarette And I started thinkin', oh no, oh no Come a little closer, sink into the sofa She don't want money, she don't want money, oh And now I feel like a blackout New York City gridlock's out When she said adios, adios I was thinkin' something sweet But you wouldn't let me speak In my head I'm thinkin', oh no, don't go Feelin' bloated in jeans, belt buckled to my knees High waifs and self-esteem, I know, I know Come a little closer, sink into the sofa She don't want money, she don't want money, oh And now I feel like a blackout New York City gridlock's out When she said adios, adios Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come a little closer, sink into the sofa She don't want money, she don't want money, oh Come a little closer, sink into the sofa She don't want money, she don't want money, oh Come a little closer, sink into the sofa She don't want money, she don't want money, oh And now I feel like a blackout New York City gridlock's out When she said adios, adios Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Come a little closer, come a little closer She don't want money, she don't want money, oh Adios