She calls just to say
"Don't forget the debt
you have to pay."
Two-faced lady of luck
Know one you know them all
they're all the same.
Gone before you can turn her in
Gone before you know
just where she's been
She's in high demand,
supply be dead
And she always gets her man.
This dollar's burned a hole
in my hand
It's big enough to swallow up a man
I hadn't done half
of what I had planned
And this dollar's burned a hole
in my hand.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And this dollar's burned a hole
in my hand.
I should have known
That the fox won't leave
the hounds alone
You can run and you can hide
You can board up all the windows
and stay inside
But she'll pull the wind
right out of the air
Steal the colour from your eyes
and then your hair
She's in high demand,
supply be dead
And she always gets her man.
This dollar's burned a hole
in our love
It's a cigarette burn
on a satin glove
The city of angels
as seen from above
This dollar's burned a hole
in our love.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This dollar's burned a hole
in our love.
This dollar is an old-fashioned hell
It's a kink in the hose
to the diving bell
I'm as rich as a thief
in a deep wishing well
This dollar is an old-fashioned hell
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This dollar is an old-fashioned hell