There once was a writer, he liked to write songs
He had the eyes of a fighter, but never did nobody wrong
He then became a lover
The day he found his heart
In the words of a hooker
They walked the cold streets after dark
But she said, where do you think you're going
With that look upon your face
And nowhere for you
He said, I'm going nowhere
Would you like to come too?
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He said, I'm going nowhere
Would you like to come too?
So they made love by streetlight
While the raindrops washed their sin
And as he trespassed into her life
Well, she fell in love with him
While touching her face
Looking for love
He began to kiss her eyes
But at the taste of a teardrop
At the taste of a teardrop
He heard the lady say goodbye
He heard the lady say goodbye
So he said, where do you think you're going
With that look upon your face
And nowhere for you
She said, I'm going nowhere
Would you like to come too?
Yeah
She said, I'm going nowhere
And he said, I would love to come with you.
I would love to come with you.