i smell your sweat on my skin breakfast in vegas on cocaine and gin cruisin for trouble and begging for pain craving for pleasure a sickening game it s after midnight we lost track of time you should be going now into the night what did i pay you to make you stay you never know when enough is too much a crying sin out of sight out of touch the personal things babe you keep inside let me tell you something there s no place to hide what did i pay you to make you stay i smell your sweat on my skin breakfast in vegas on cocaine and gin