Here are the girls trying to do women’s thingsnAnd we are the boys hanging roundnJust trying to do themnFavours so they will do favours in returnnIf there’s something better than thisnWell maybe I'll learnnWhere that great treasure is keptnFor I’ve never found it in booksnAnd all that I want I have found in longing, knowing looksnnAnd I never know them for more than a nightnAnd I never see them in natural lightnAnd I don’t mindnI don’t mindnnWe’re all here now and we’ll be here againnDown in some bar and we’re all of us friendsnSpending the night out for the sake of a fucknSome call it a cursenAnd some, some call it lovenIt’s a way to pass the timenIt’s a way to pass through timenA good way to move the timenA way to lose the time