Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyesnStill got your looks I guess I'm tired of what it all impliesnA year ago we called this a good timenNightmares of love affairs, who cares why?nIt's five A.M. and we've got everything we wantnAnd I say don't look nownTaking it while we cannnCurse of the frontier landnIt's no big secret, folks insist the sickness goes too farnGerman genius, Paris jet-set breaking down our doornThey talk about us like we never triednOld-moneyed ballroom corpsesnFuss and whinenI don't like quiet rooms but I just can't take that sound