Lyrics:

Let's pack that fishing rod
We're gonna hit the high country
Throw of those teasing chains
And don't pretend that you don't know me
No one is unkind - in this world of lip service

Stage managed introductions
Maybe a drink to drown my sorrows
With a lust still undefined
Let's play this game again tomorrow
No one is unkind - in this world of lip service

As we roam these happy trails
That lead us to temptation
Leave behind this bed of nails
Make a sign - make a sign

You can kiss me on the lips
Or just anywhere you want to
But don't turn your back on me
Leave me something to hold on to
No one is unkind - in this world of lip service