chippin' away
night ranger
got your hands on my face
don't you see what you're doing
another night put to waste
you got me comin' and goin'
to spend a night at heaven's gate
hoping you'll put 'em to rest
about your notching your bedpost
there's a notch on there for me
than your cut rate romeos?
i'm a fool for your company
and all the masquerading ways
with your hands on your face
yet you're cold to the touch