I'm just
a notch
on your
Bedpost,
But you're
just a
Line in
a Song.
You are
a Getaway
Car,
a Rush
of Blood
to the
Head,
But Me
I'm just
the Covers
on top
of your
Bed.
"Sugar, We're Going
Down"
"Champagne for all my Real Friends,
Real Pain for all my Sham Friends"