been flirting with you for a while

"i like your eyes", "i like your style"

when you said you liked mine too

i thought i could get close to you

you called me often, made me laugh

(and)soon we had made dinner plans


we ate a lot and i got drunk

we closed the restaurant down

i was thinking "is it your place or mine?"

you said you didn't have the time

you said you had to work but it was already past 2



* are you a doctor?

are you an artist?

are you the man

who cleans the streets when i'm in bed?

are you a writer?

do you drive a taxi until dawn?

(or) am i just too naive to know

what's going on?



last friday i went out with friends

to hear my favorite dj spin

i danced until my feet got sore

then i saw you on the floor

i asked you to come dance with me

you said "i'd love to but you see,

even though you're looking fine,

i'm working. i don't have the time."

but you're not behind the bar,

you're not bouncing or parking cars

so tell me what exactly do you do



* (repeat)



at carol's party last weekend

i brought you by to meet my friends

when we walked in, the room went dead

someone took me aside and said,

"i don't think he's your type,

he deals drugs every night

and besides that he has a girlfriend or two."



so, you're not a doctor

you're not an artist

you're not the man who cleans the streets

when i'm in bed, no, no

you're not a writier

you don't drive a taxi until dawn

i guess i was too naive to know

what's going on

(repeat)