Lyrics:

You showed up, dressing down, wearing absolutely nothing
Remotely like the talk of the town with your bookmark for a visa
We did not come to raise the bar, we came to tear it into pieces, understand
You showed me even though it showed your hand
And said 'Do your own time, go back to your own kind'

There was lipstick left in the room, yes, and that was absolutely crucial
A flash of card, and it disappeared, it must have been magic to a new soul
The oldest trick in this young land, but it's the only bag worth packing in this town
Worth packing up and carrying around
You do your own time, you go back to your own kind

Whatever you, whatever you need me to do

It is the only scent worth tracking in this town
Worth stacking up against the love you've found
You do your own time, you go back to your own kind

Whatever you, whatever you need me to do