I know Dusty ungoverned Is not an excuse for a lover My Custom uncovered Theres not a heartbeat to discover You sense my alligator skin Cloaks bookish weakness And I am on the mend And I wait for nightfall So I can turn my heart over like an engine I know This rusted pattern Say I dont treat you Like you matter Call it my solipsist mode Well, I know, but, Get nightmares when I sleep alone Hey everyone come back to the city Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty Whats your agenda -- what you have planned to do? I know We struggle to escape The times we illustrate How we are meant for endings like the gilded age Hey everyone come back to the city Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty Whats your agenda -- what you have planned oh? Now youre out making trouble for the fun of it, Making the boys work double for the littlest bit. You sit, flirt and bat your eyes. Which one of them's taking you home tonight? Ill take you home and try for our family but this loves no good for me, this loves no good for me Hey everyone come back to the city Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty Whats your agenda -- what you have planned? (Im looking for a magistrate I hear they like to sleep in late). Hey everyone come back to the city Cause the boys and the girls they all are so pretty, pretty Whats your agenda -- what you have planned to do?