Just another in a line of promising failures But in the heat of the red wine and the sexual favors She wouldn't even take off her shoes as she carved a path over you And you buy the cashmere and you get the gold And she barely pays for the Would you tie back her hair as she brings up her dinner? Would she wait in the rain for a moment with you? Only then will you know if your onto a winner Or do you spent most your time together alone? She wouldn't even call it a truce when there was nothing to lose And you buy the cashmere and you get the gold And she barely pays for the And you buy the cashmere and you get the gold And she barely pays for the ...