Although I've been here before, you've got that thing that can't ignore, it's on the surface
I know it's shallow and it's vain, but I love it just the same, it gives me purpose
Let me love you unconsciously, while you're on your way there
I want to sleep with you, and your entourage, tonight
London, Paris and Berlin
London, Paris and Berlin
You're just waiting for me

Waiting for a man to be exotic
You're a baby, you're a punk
I only love you when I'm drunk
I'm alcoholic
You've got a Tiffany keyring
But you've got no keys and no home
I want to live with you
And your entourage, tonight
You're famous, they're famous
We stand in groups
When nothing can be said
And nothing can be heard
You were famous for your fame
And now you're drowning in champagne
Hey, how you doing?
Did you take her to your club?
Did you claim to be in love
While you were screwing?
Now we're through with morality
Can I sleep with your wife?
I want to be like you
And your entourage, tonight
And your entourage, tonight
And your entourage, tonight
Tonight