Leeway, constant

All-in, cash out

I know all about cavingSmall mouth

I′m not drinking more

I'm not drinking less

I′m in my prime, I confess

Once before I was the best

Just in my mind, I confess

Desperate mumbling

Rock hard, stumbling

Killing ten birds

Falling backwards

He's had enough of me

One two, one two, one two three

Surely, she's had enough of me

One Two

And I want to

Moroccan whores

Egyptian flesh

Lay it all on my chest

Its nothing more and nothing less

It′s just a feeling, I guess

Once before, I was the best

And who gives a fucking shit