Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis

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After one or two I get used to the room.
We go slow when we first make our moves.
By five or six I'll bring you out to the car.
By number nine I got my head on the bar (in the bar).
And it's sad but true.
Out of cash and IOUs.
I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans.
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent.
Bring you back to the bar and get you out of the cold.
My sober straight face gets you out of your clothes.
And they're scared that we know all the crimes they'll commit.
Who they'll kiss before they get home.
I will lie awake.
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you.
Let you fall for every empty word I say.
Barely conscious in the door where you stand.
Your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands.
You laugh at every word, trying too hard to be cute.
I almost feel guilty for what I'm gonna do.
And your hair smells of smoke.
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone.
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone.
And you're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start.
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart.
'Cause it's all you can be.
You're a drunk.
And you're scared.
It's ladies night and all the girls drink for free.