Strange Man
The room is spinning,
And I feel dizzy like a rat trapped,
On one of those things that goes round and round and round.
All I can see are neon lights,
And the silhouette of man,
He's sitting to my right,
His hand is on my knee,
His hand is on my thigh,
His hand is on my arm,
His hands are covering my eyes.
The boom, boom of the bass drum,
Is like the thudding of my blood,
It's mixing with re wine and nicotine,
It's pumping through my heart like mud,
His eyes are closed,
His mouth is open,
His eyes are closed,
His mouth is open.
I don't remember what he looks like,
But he smells like a man and Marlboro reds,
His face is coming closer,
His fingers on my chin,
He smells like whiskey,
He smells like sin.
And now it's over,
And I know exactly where I am,
In a familiar bed,
With a strange, strange man,
I'd seen him around before,
And I said,
" I'll see you around Man ".
Hombre Extraño
La habitación está girando,
Y me siento mareada como una rata atrapada,
En una de esas cosas que va dando vueltas y vueltas y vueltas.
Todo lo que puedo ver son luces de neón,
Y la silueta de un hombre,
Está sentado a mi derecha,
Su mano está en mi rodilla,
Su mano está en mi muslo,
Su mano está en mi brazo,
Sus manos están cubriendo mis ojos.
El boom, boom del bombo,
Es como el golpeteo de mi sangre,
Se mezcla con vino y nicotina,
Está bombeando por mi corazón como lodo,
Sus ojos están cerrados,
Su boca está abierta,
Sus ojos están cerrados,
Su boca está abierta.
No recuerdo cómo se ve,
Pero huele a hombre y a Marlboro rojos,
Su rostro se acerca,
Sus dedos en mi barbilla,
Huele a whisky,
Huele a pecado.
Y ahora ha terminado,
Y sé exactamente dónde estoy,
En una cama familiar,
Con un hombre extraño, extraño,
Lo había visto antes,
Y le dije,
'Nos vemos, hombre'.
Escrita por: Lauren Hoffman