Seven days is all it takesn168 hours I'll never remembernI told you they wouldn't stopnThe winds of last NovembernnThat is, at least not until you quitnTaking their air as your ownnFor such a pretty girlnYou give it an awfully, an awfully dirty homennNo, I'm not sleeping with love anymorenShe's not really my typenAnd she takes up too much space in bed at nightnnI'm not one for second chancesnSince the first never show their facenMy body's already on the groundnAll you have to do is tracennAnd we'll call it evennIsn't this what you wanted?nA life of worrynAnd a soul that's hauntednnIsn't this what you wanted?nA life that's lifelessnAnd a soul that's haunted