Written by Bob Bortnick

LYRICS
Well what I need you can’t supply
I tell you honey I don’t wonder why
This could be magic or this could be real
I get the feeling it’s no big deal
Well you’re all dolled up and you’re out on parade
You think you’re chairman of the love brigade
The mirror tells you you’re a movie star
You got a sprocket in my pocket, gotta fix my bike
Well I danced on ledges a hundred flights up
I drank dirty water from a jagged cup
And I smashed my own bones just to hear them crack
You think this is pain?
Honey this is a pleasure
I can’t stand myself when I feel your touch
I love you honey but not that much
Well you’re one tough lover ’cause you shoot from the hip
You’re riding high in April, better take my tip
You’re the not so obsure object of my desire
You’re not the reason I dance, it’s just my pants on fire
You made queen of the boat show on the snow white sand
You see it’s all just a matter of supply and demand
Well I danced on ledges a hundred flights up
I drank dirty water from a jagged cup
And I smashed my own bones just to hear them crack
You think this is pain?
Honey this is a pleasure
Ride ’em cowboy
Well I danced on ledges a hundred flights up
I drank dirty water from a jagged cup
And I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
You think this is pain?
Honey this is a pleasure
This is a pleasure
This is a pleasure

CREDITS
Bob Bortnick: Voice, guitar
Mark Linkous: Guitar, voice
Don Short: Drums, percussion
Eric Williams: Voice, bass
Frankie Marino: Keyboards

PRODUCTION
Produced by Dancing Hoods
Engineered by Mark Gaide and Art Ware

RELEASES
Dancing Hoods: 12 Jealous Roses
Dancing Hoods: 12 Inch Promo UK Promo 12″ EP
Dancing Hoods: Blue Letter UK 12″ Single

Note: Credits refer to album not song…