The Score — Sarah Slean

O I rented a motobike All night I had the fear For your word

O the terrifying choice Was clear . . . clear So right the moon was out of sight His cool wife cut off an ear I heard the voices of oblivion cheer

This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold

Hard bent toward the circus tent . . . Beckond me near His wild eyes O how terrifying choice was clear . . . clear

This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold

His wild eyes I saw the faces for a million cheers

This time the pleasure's all mine I've got your number I know the score I'd be a hopeless romantic For the fortune I made in gold