I've got plans, operator can I talk to God?nI plan on never ever waking up from thisnAfter all the fights are over, we're just another day oldernI've been going on weeks without sleepnAnd God, I might need another drink before nthe night runs outnBefore we all wind downnBefore the night runs outnBefore we all unwindnnI've got my heart in my mouthnI'm speaking the beatnI've got my shoes on the floornI'm moving my feetnnI remember the nightnThe street lights shine on the corner storenClosed before about a quarter to fournJust enough time for us to scorenAnother dime before we all unwindnThat I really don't need tonightnI'm just an overrated boynWith too much on my mindnnAnd I'm dressed to killnYou're always dressed to thrillnAnd I'm dressed to killnYou always dress to take my breath away