Song Description

Duet; male/female.

Lyrics

In the long hot evenings no one ever sleeps
By the taxi stand, on the crowded streets
On the distant shoreline I can see the sights
Of a thousand people in their restless nights

This city is always crowded even in the sun
I'm the business, baby, I'm your always run
I could meet you later by the burger store
We could go out dancing, I could tell you more

When your purse is empty and the pain is real
Too vain to hurt, too vain to steal
Your love comes easy, your love comes cheap
Too tired to forget it, too tired to weep

This city's full of angels with the oldest trade
Hearts get broken with the promise made
Like a shadow falling, like a fitted glove
And the price of beauty is the price of love

When your purse is empty and the pain is real
Too vain to hurt, too vain to steal
Your love comes easy, your love comes cheap
Too tired to forget it, too tired to weep

Then the trade you live by is the trade you earn
Anything is easy, anything gets burned
In the darkening alleys in the dimlit night
Where the good gets bad and the bad gets right.