Second Hand Lover

tonight was right, you were all alone
he did his dirty work, left you to atone
a ring on the phone, well this ain’t no steppin’ stone
a means to an end with no end in sight

another knock on the door but who’s keepin’ score
a few minutes more we’ll be down on the floor
black blue and worn my second hand lover

morning air fills the room fills our black lungs
our times at an end like the days of the young
when a few small words, one slip of the toungue
could crush the illusion of a moment unsung

another knock on the door but who’s keepin’ score
a few minutes more we’ll be down on the floor
black blue and worn my second hand lover

another knock on the door but who’s keepin’ score
a few minutes more we’ll be down on the floor
black blue and worn my second hand lover
black blue and worn my second hand lover
black blue and worn my second hand lover