Face Down In The Gutter Of Your Love

Only in the middle of the night She drops me this line We're camping in and out of hotels That suits me just fine And we can even talk about him Tell me this is not right honey I don't mind Drive up to a dim cafe You know the drill two bottles of white wine Hide out while the jukebox plays Oh what a gloom, now show me a good time Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Never in the middle of the day She treats me this way High heels trample on my coattails That suits me O.K They don't know the places I've been Tangled in her long hair, honey I don't care Drive up to a dim cafe You know the drill, two bottles of white wine Hide out while the jukebox plays Oh what a thrill now, show me a good time Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love You can hit me on my cell phone anytime I'm ready for you late night, you can Climb in through my window anytime I'm ready for you late night, you can Call me any old time Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love Face down in the gutter of your love