Out of the corner of my eye (I see her) She's kissing him, pecking at his cheek like a hungry bird Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck.
Her - short young brunette devious smiling lolita's glasses illuminating her intentions without any deceit
Him - tall blond thinning hair ugly or just dull reserved half a mouth left with good teeth 38 or 40 old years in this place and he's never been better off than tonight
This is a business Each peck another dollar Each glance Each thought His tab is running up Running over He sold his car He sold his watch He sold his dog He sold his heart a long time ago so none of this hurts anymore
She gives him a little love today And he goes broke tomorrow But then comes the next day And she gives him a little more
Peck. Peck. Peck. A little more Is there anything left? She's never full She wants more She needs more Her hunger, his hunger, devour each other. His flesh is hers and everyone's all the more happier for it.
For her, it's easier. It's hard to run out of love when the flesh tastes this good.
Love is a business. There is no love. They both know, but we can all pretend.
I guess it's good enough for him, for her good enough for her, for him
The night is still young and love is still a chance
Who will speak of their love?
Before dawn she'll be left pecking at his bones and the worst part is, it was all worth it It was.