Sugar-Crashing in a Non Descript Building

And the money was stacked against you not in the least Above everyone else you know when they are fake A friend or a lover, I'm a slut when it comes to you A sugar crash, but it's over our heads Rolling on dirty floors with lightning storms unchecked Walking around the lazy susan In erotic underpinnings when the sun comes out Is this that man? The one I keep pointing out... The one with his back road drives and all those women in his head? The sounds of his bare feet scraping across a cheap carpet It's not like your hugs can save you in the end adds up to anything, my friend... And the money was stacked against you not in the least Above everyone else you know when they are fake A friend or a lover, I'm a slut when it comes to you A friend or a lover, I'm a slut when it comes to you