While you’ve been prostrateWith your lamplight bleedingI’ve been on the randanAnd filching all the funBut you’d rather play the martyrThan set he twilight reelingYou’d rather bathe in tearsAren’t you the noble one?Your kind of love is for suckersStrictly for slaves and bumsYou’d find it more rewardingIf you’d just take it as it comesYou’ll win more than you loseIf you’re keeping countIt all evens