Scene one, curtain upSee the couple, coffee shop
Beatniks beating out beebop
Rainy day, skies are gray
But the couple feeling gayBoy is laughing at her joke
Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke
She should quit, yes, she knows
She's happy as she blowsDown the cafe, through the bar
Pass the hippies and the jars
Of the bean that they drink
Everyday, every weekThey should quit, coffee's bad
Makes you crazy, fucking mad
But they say in defense
With a pause for suspense"It's the stuff of the Gods
Sexy smart, hot rods
Roller coaster, hurricanes
Super-sonic jet planes"They should quit, yes, they know
But where the hell would they go?
They're like me, in a bind
Don't you see, love ain't blind?I could make a habit out of youScene two, same play
Same people, different day
In a car with no top
No speed limits, no copsGirl is driving, she's the queen
In control of this machine
She is talking much too loud
Excited by the soundThey are screaming, buzzing hard
Open road, super car
What they need is some speed
105 is the keyLife is short, so they say
Carpe diem, seize the day
Unlike me, in a bind
I don't get it, love ain't blindI could make a habit out of you
I could make a habit out of youScene three, city streetsBuying shit, selling too
Need a fix or some food?
Or some sex? There's a whore
Looking beautiful but boredLike to drink? There's a bar
Need a lift? Take my car
A stop for every whim
Your heart's desire lets you inIn this city, in this scene
At this party you are queen
You're addicted to the lights
To the sounds, to the sightsTo the pleasure, to the pain
The hot nights, the cold rain
To the smoke, to the drink
To the buzz, don't thinkTo danger, to the fear
To the speed, it's fifth gear
All the time, night or day
There is no choice, that's just the wayYeah, you should quit, yes, you know
Where the hell would you go?
You're like me, in a bind
Now you see, love ain't blindI could make a habit out of you
I could make a habit out of you
I could make a habit out of you
I could make a habit out of you