Niteclub

Eighteen-hundred miles from this old niteclub A girl is turning twenty-two today How am I supposed to entertain you? My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan The niteclub yawns and opens up its doors Thank God that I don't have to pay the cover Every night I'm broker than I was the night before This old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down [Incomprehensible] Telephones make strangers out of lovers Whiskey makes the strangers all look good Well my angel of the morning is in mourning My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood And this old niteclub stole my youth Yeah this old niteclub stole my true love It follows me around from town to town I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down Yeah I just might get drunk tonight, burn the niteclub down