When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity

Funeral hearses court the death of virginity

Was it paradise lost or paradise found?

Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?

You had found true love, or so you believed

And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves

So when you think it's time to go

When you think it's time to go

Don't be surprised, the heroes never show



And the patter merchants selling false impressions

Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions

Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms

They're lying on every word and every arm

They're turning down their noses to the best lines

And the cheap wines



And the wideboys

They wear their lovebites for their crimes