[Verse 1] I met a man in the moods He had the spare key to my apartment Oh, man, I hope the cops don't show up You say so fiercely The fumes from your nicotine Piling up in my driveway From your house down up the coast And that hook on your bedside table Gets fragile each time it's remantled By your old fabric clothes Oh, oh Mmm, mmm,...Learn More