Black and blue eyes From rolling with the punches, Another lonely night From relying on the hunches, Flicking through the channels And hoping for a sign That tonight will the night He won't walk another line, Shielding his face from the red and blue, Slurring his words Because he hasn't got a clue, Where he is Or why he's behind bars, A night in a cell Because he's written off his car. He wonders why women walk away, Why they give him the finger Or why he never gets their name, But then again he enjoys the rush, Of taking them to bed With another heart to crush, Of sleeping in sheets That still smell of Chanel, From the woman before Who said "go to hell". He puts on his shoes And walks through the door, Hoping tonight He'll once again score.