Soft Cell - Heat

It was the heat of the night I think
Or it could've been the effect of the drink
But I had to brush away the flies
That started to collect around your eyes

I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust
You're still playing games and abusing my trust
In the heat of the night
In the glow of the light

It's the back and the bite
That's feeling alright
Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
Do you need them for ego

Do you need them for sex
It was a bite of a night gone wrong
And the effect of listening to negative songs
Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand

And the way the room keeps spinning around
I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust
(Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)
You're still playing games and abusing my trust

(And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)
In the heat of the night
In the glow of the light
It's the back and the bite

That's feeling alright
Do you use up bodies like cigarettes
Do you need them for ego
Do you need them for sex

And you're moaning about your wasted life
Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes"
With the cups on the floor
And the plates in the sink

And the room full of smoke
And then you full of drink
You skin's going dry
And the color of sand

Ignore the cigarette burning your hand

Soft Cell - Heat

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