You got your cigarette
I got my headset
We're two of a kind
You're spades and I'm diamonds
And you know that too.
You can see clearly
That I am the one you want
But I must admit that
I'm everything you're not.
I am red, you are blue
I'm old school and you're so new
But I guess I could forgive you tonight
When you're cold, I like to burn
I cut lines, you wait you turn.