That's How It Works II

i think you already broke my cheekbone
so why get me drunk to pretend i need help with something
but just keep holding my arm,
you know i always walk red lights when i ain't sober
to run from my phobia
and you don't know i put on that dress
because someone said it makes me look younger
and i don't know i put on that lipstick
because someone once said it makes me look older,
just because i don't know what you're into these days,
there's affection in so many ways,
there's affection in so many ways, dear.

i knew if they wouldn't let me into the bar you'd let me into your flat.
there's no dress-code and no age restriction for that.
so i like the white sofa but in my drunken rush i gotta be careful
with wine and body fluids and such and oh,
i like the kitchen but it needs a womanly touch
and i like the way you try to make me laugh
by trying to tell me stories i've already heard of
and i bend over and i bend over and i cough.
and i'm under the sheets and in a minute or two
i might fall asleep next to you
and in the morning i'm not gonna know where i am
but i'll see your face and pretend it's the good old days again.