Your place or mine well who gives a shit
'Cause likely as not we ain't gonna fit
'Cause you got your own way
And I sure got mine
And we can't split the difference
With cheap talking wine

CHORUS:
Oh it's a nickel a doughnut
It's a dime for a dance
But it's an arm and a leg for
A little romance

You want a husband
And you want new clothes
Well I'm here to tell you
That I'm not one of those
You want somebody
To say it's alright
While I want a woman
To love me tonight

REPEAT CHORUS

I've got no plans for the future (what future?)
And I've got no hand in the past (what past?)
This could be love or a fist in a glove
You don't know what hits you
It happens so fast

REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS