Loaded tongue and dirty fingersQueen of her mother's houseCome step outside feeling full moon highLet's see what we can live withoutFix an eye to the dimestore villainWaiting for the wine to pourIt comes strong and thin and it tastes like sinThe love we've all been in beforeA million ways to burnI'm just looking out of this old broke windowAnd she's taking a turnI'm looking out of this old broke windowAnd she's taking a turnHer body lies like a landscape before youYou're selling your soul by the poundGot snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets tradeYou look but don't see me aroundA million ways to burnI'm just standing here on this old street cornerAnd she's taking a turnI'm standing here on this old street cornerAnd she's taking a turn