and that's no time at all  

to be thinking about the best 

I've heard you say it was bad sex 

and I've seen you wait 

to run for the next 

and you fall on that line 

that you use every time 

about not giving up your best 

yes, you fall on that line about 

not giving up your best 

At five o'clock as the night becomes day 

they stumble out of taxis to their doorsteps

with the smell of spent lust 

they've forgotten the love 

as they head down the halls to their beds 

and you know that's no time 

it's no time to think how it went 

and it's no time to think 

on what all of it means  

in terms of true happiness 

and you know it’s certainly no time at all 

to be thinking about the best 

Well, I've heard you say it was bad sex 

and I've seen you wait 

to run for the next 

and you fall on that line 

that you use every time 

about not giving up your best 

yes— 

 you fall flat on that line  

about not 

giving up 

your best 

The Best

Everybody wants some loving 

everybody wants some care 

so many minds shoot ahead  

to encounters instead 

they just can't be alone, I guess 

clandestinely tied to everyone they meet 

they think they have free license 

in everyone's bed 

so in the night life 

of a neon bar light 

they fill some emptiness in their heads

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