Theres a light in your hair, an apocalyptic glare
Were in love again, were in love again
And it looks just like a comet, fire coming from it
Oh baby, lets just sit back and stare
Were in love again, were in love again
And I cant stop thinking bout it
My favorite kind of fever
When you tell me not to doubt it, I tell you I believe you
Im a man on a mission, youre a stripper out of luck
And were good in the back seat but were better up front
And theres blood on my knuckles cause theres money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
Now theres cash on a stage, doesnt matter what they paid
Were in love again, were in love again
So please dont stand around me
When she starts her dancing
Im feeling like I might catch a case
Were in love again, I said were in love again
And I cant stop thinking bout it
Shes probably gonna leave you
But she tells me not to doubt it
And Im starting to believe her
Understand
Im a man on a mission, youre a stripper out of luck
And were good in the back seat but were better up front
And theres blood on my knuckles cause theres money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
Well bet on forever but we both know the spread
And the smoke from your fires going straight to my head
So keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
Where you been?
I been in the smoke
Oh oh, oh
Im a man on a mission, youre a stripper out of luck
And were good in the back seat but were better up front
And theres blood on my knuckles cause theres money in the trunk
Keep running out of luck, keep running out of luck
In a neon boneyard, raised from the dead
Well bet on forever but we both know the spread
And the smoke from your fires going straight to my head
So keep running out of luck, keep running out of…
Keep running out of luck