The Dude

<br>New York, 3 o`clock at night. No sleep. God I must be tired<br>Weird thoughts running through my brain<br>My blood is pumping through my vains<br>And there she sits, she looks at me<br>Her skin is pale, her mind is free<br>She smiles and says: how do you do?<br>Come with me or should I go with you?<br>Hey baby, you`d better watch out<br>You don`t know what you`re doing<br>When you`re out and about<br>Hey baby, now listen to me<br>Things are never ever quite as they seem<br>She asks me for a cigarette<br>Her eyes are bright, her hair is red<br>Dressed like a whore, but one with style<br>A fantasy, I realise<br>This is no fiction, it`s insane<br>Her make-up shows she knows the game<br>And who am I to tell her no<br>So I grab her coat and say let`s go<br>Hey baby, you`d better watch out<br>You don`t know what you`re doing<br>When you`re out and about<br>Hey baby, now listen to me<br>Things are never ever quite as they seem<br>She takes me to her penthouse bed<br>To relax my body and feed my head<br>With stories I never heard before<br>I`m waiting `cause I know there`s more<br>She takes off all her clothes and see<br>This girl has hairy legs like me<br>This may sound a little rude<br>I want sex but not with a dude<br>Hey baby, you`d better watch out<br>You don`t know what you`re doing<br>When you`re out and about<br>Hey baby, now listen to me<br>Things are never ever quite as they seem (x2)