Hard luck running to you on the sidewalk
hard on whiskey and pills but going soft
You won't wait on another culture bait
but he's a drab, daft poet waiting for a sign
and you're someone who needs someone with a mind
You take your dress off
and pose for photos for hours
He says "Hey Keke"
He loves you but there's no more mystery of you
You peel yourself across his bedroom floor
to smoke a cigarette and collect your thoughts
You won't wait on another call today
so you hit the bar to drown your fears away
and find another man that takes you to that place
You take your dress off
and bathe in silence for hours
He says "Hey Keke"
He loves you but there's no more mystery of you
He takes his shirt off
and quotes dead writers for hours
He says "Hey Keke"
He loves you but there's no more mystery of you
In the morning he won't know who you are
In the morning you don't know who you are
It's hard luck when you stop
giving up without a thought
Give it up and take it from me:
It's hard luck when you haunt your hollow
Let me fill you up
Come on, let me see you again
You take your dress off
and pace the room for hours
He says "Hey Keke"
He loves you but there's no more mystery of you
so tear your heart out
and find someone who loves you
Hey, hey Keke I want you
but there's no more mystery of you