The Score

Oh I

Rented a motorbike

And all night

I had the Fear...

But onward,

Oh how the terrifying choice

was clear

So white!

The moon was a wicked sight

His cruel wife

Had cut off an ear

When the fog cleared

I heard the voices of a million cheer

This time

The pleasure's all mine

I've got your number

I know the score

I'd be a hopeless romantic

But for the fortune I made

in gold

My heart bent

Towards the circus tent

A man in red

Beckoned me near

In his wild eyes

I saw the faces of a million cheer

He said,

"This time,

The pleasure's all mine

I've got your number

I know the score

And you and

your hopeless romantics

Will wipe the highway I pave

in gold..."

In his wild eyes,

Oh how the terrifying choice

was clear

This time...

oh the pleasure is all mine

I've got your number

I know the score

And I'd be

a hopeless romantic...

but for the fortune I made

The fortune I made

The fortune I made

in gold.