I smell your sweat on my skin

Breakfast in Vegas on cocaine and gin



Cruisin' for trouble and begging for pain

Craving for pleasure, a sickening game

It's after midnight, we lost track of time

You should be going now, into the night

What did I pay you to make you stay



You never know when enough is too much

A crying sin, out of sight out of touch

The personal things babe, you keep inside

Let me tell you something there's no place to hide

What did I pay you to make you stay



I smell your sweat on my skin

Breakfast in Vegas on cocaine and gin