You showed up, dressing down, wearing absolutely nothing Remotely like the talk of the town with your bookmark for a visa We did not come to raise the bar, we came to tear it into pieces, understand You showed me even though it showed your hand And said "Do your own time, go back to your own kind" There was lipstick left in the room, yes, and that was absolutely crucial A flash of card, and it disappeared, it must have been magic to a new soul The oldest trick in this young land, but it's the only bag worth packing in this town Worth packing up and carrying around You do your own time, you go back to your own kind Whatever you, whatever you need me to do It is the only scent worth tracking in this town Worth stacking up against the love you've found You do your own time, you go back to your own kind Whatever you, whatever you need me to do