I still see your legs On those plastics beds At the Biltmore Hotel Where you were white as a shell Making basic wage In the Information Age But it's what people do We're always the ones getting screwed I don't mind if you don't mind Tonight I'll come back to your house Somehow you make me see myself in a different light Make me feel alright Throw me around In the darkest room I turn 'round too soon And you fall every time Story as old as mankind I don't mind if you don't mind Tonight I'll come back to your house Somehow you make me see myself in a different light Make me feel alright Throw me around