It was the heat of the night I thinknOr it could've been the effect of the drinknBut I had to brush away the fliesnThat started to collect around your eyesnnI've still the taste of the sweat and the dustnYou're still playing games and abusing my trustnIn the heat of the nightnIn the glow of the lightnnIt's the back and the bitenThat's feeling alrightnDo you use up bodies like cigarettesnDo you need them for egonnDo you need them for sexnIt was a bite of a night gone wrongnAnd the effect of listening to negative songsnStuck in a love scene from blood and sandnnAnd the way the room keeps spinning aroundnI steal the taste of the sweat and the dustn(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)nYou're still playing games and abusing my trustnn(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)nIn the heat of the nightnIn the glow of the lightnIt's the back and the bitennThat's feeling alrightnDo you use up bodies like cigarettesnDo you need them for egonDo you need them for sexnnAnd you're moaning about your wasted lifenLying there listening to Spanish EyesnWith the cups on the floornAnd the plates in the sinknnAnd the room full of smokenAnd then you full of drinknYou skin's going drynAnd the color of sandnnIgnore the cigarette burning your hand