Текст песни 1995

My sweet thing is pretending Does a fine line in deception What night did she fall Or does it mean more To know what I did the night before There's nothing I can do No way that I can hurt myself My sweet thing reveals nothing Does a fine line in deception My sweet thing is pretending Caught her on the phone last night There's nothing I can do No way that I can hurt myself There's nothing I can say And I'll be going out tonight It's 1995 You can talk to beggars to feel alright You got a hundred dollar bill to spend tonight Her husband's in Florida looking for life While a drunk Australian's in bed with his wife You're allergic to cats, you better crash out Here's an American sleeping pill in your mouth