you don't know what you're missing
you'd be out of your mind
trying to have a good time
you don't know what you're missing
all the love turns to luck
and you'll be down on your knees
crawling through the streets
caked with perfume and perfection
and you find a fragment of a feeling
somebody help me 'fore i hurt me
all the love turns to luck
and you'll be down on your knees
crawling through the streets
caked with perfume and perfection
and cry like a baby for another time
where love takes its toll in nickels and dimes