They got a mirror full of caine in the bathroom Because nobody here knows when to stop For now we're just making out with the door unlocked Back in the atrium the music's slowing down The party's thinning out for the late crowd Fixes her lipstick, fixes his belt The coast is clear as he walks out She whispers, you get what you pay for We could cost a lot. You get what you pay for And we do it for the taste of a good high We do it for the sake of a hot night The man on the couch in the blue room With everyone stoned and talking at once With no thought to where they've been What they could've done She sits down beside him Without a hint of shame Because every thing's the same in it's own way Kisses her man's cheek Her hunter eyes lock on her prey She signals, you get what you pay for And we could play a lot You get what you pay for But you do it for the taste of a good high You do it for the sake of a hot night She senses the mirror in him For one irresistible kiss And the lie that she hangs on his neck Like a sliver chain to her whim Pull him into the mirror There's a mirror full of caine in the bathroom Because nobody here knows when to stop And their hands along the rail Seems he hangs out here a lot