an arm and a leg


Your place or mine well who gives a shit
'Cause likely as not we ain't gonna fit
'Cause you got your own way
And I sure got mine
And we can't split the difference
With cheap talking wine
Oh it's a nickel a doughnut
It's a dime for a dance
But it's an arm and a leg for
A little romance
You want a husband
And you want new clothes
Well I'm here to tell you
That I'm not one of those
You want somebody
To say it's alright
While I want a woman
To love me tonight
I've got no plans for the future (what future?)
And I've got no hand in the past (what past?)
This could be love or a fist in a glove
You don't know what hits you
It happens so fast