desperate desires and unadmirable plans;

With one or two I get used to the room We go slow when we first make our moves By five or six bring you out to the car Number nine with my head on the bar And it's sad, but true Out of cash and I.O.U's I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent Bring you back to the bar Get you out of the cold A sober, straight face gets you out of your ...