She's sipping a cappuccino Like a cat sipping out of a bowl He's black espresso To start his heart when it gets cold He's thinking "cognac" But afraid his hands might shake She's checking her make-up Her smile's giving nothing away You better kill me before I kill you You look good in black Pay the bill and keep on walking Get a hole in your back Two faded tourists Their visas have long expired Two forgotten journalists Whose headlines have retired What's that in his pocket? They ain't Chinese banknotes What's that in her handbag? That's no bar of gold You better kill me before I kill you You look good in black Pay the bill and keep on walking Get a hole in your back Two suntanned lovers Love didn't die, it just went dry Fading into the sunlight Those bones of love passing by You better kill me before I kill you You look good in black Pay the bill and keep on walking Get a hole in your back
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