If I hear that whistle blow I know that you'll be with me in a year or so I can not remember if your face it glows Or droops like lazy heaven when the skies are low Oh Cupid never flew so close to us He sings that stupid prayer but we know it's lust Hunger to hunger, ashes to flame I know that I'll be with you in a year again Why you always gossiping about yourself Don't you know your cherry veins flow with top-shelf If you were a city and I was a flame I'd set fire to your boulevards and all your shame Oh I dance all night on the avenues Set fire to your city 'cause I'm so confused You were a promise that just couldn't be true oh Be true Be true