text: Your hot coffee and my black tea
  I dont know about that
  Oh guess we choose to disagree
  But I like your pork pie hat
  Well your sister always came between us
  Claiming she was best
  But she hitched a ride to a diplomat
  She moved to Bucharest
  While we just sat around an round
  Like a dolpha in a bed
  I cant say I ever liked you much
  But youre my kind of hell
  Oh cant say I ever liked you much
  But youre my kind of hell
  Battle ins field and New York streets
  Were watching from a bridge
  But what the theif an you said made no sense
  To even stole them anyway
  Oh a living cheap in an old hotel
  Eating rice and beans
  Stayin up late takin a bottle each
  With a couple of Times Square queens
  We just turned the heat up
  On the stories we could tell
  Now Im sunbathing in the sun
  Was always on my mind
  But you tanned from the inside out
  Drinking coco butter wine
  While you sold your past life
  Baptist fire was miaking plans to leave
  But you trapped me that ball his bell?
  On another new years eve
  So I give it up for what its worth
  Crawling to your shell