Sleep It Off

Don't Mutilate My Mink
(Cristina/Don Was)

We've had a fancy dinner
We've gambled on the town
You've come in as a winner
You say, "Now we play around"
But I don't want to share a taxi
Don't want another drink
You'll do just fine without me
Don't mutilate my mink.

There's snow on my stilletos
I think it's time we part
This game you want to finish
I don't even want to start
Don't tell me that I'm frigid
Don't try to make me think
I'll do just fine without you
Don't mutilate my mink.

My nightdress is expensive
I don't want to see it soiled
My heart is pretty tender
Don't want to see it broiled
Don't want to start my morning
With your traces on my sink
You'll do just fine without me
Don't mutilate my mink.

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music (BMI) and
Los Was Cosmopolitanos
All rights for Los Was Cosmopolitanos
controlled by Ackee Music, Inc.
(ASCAP)

Ticket to the Tropics
(Cristina/Doug Feiger)

You said
"Do you know that little bar
with the Latin Rhythm King?"
You said
"Do you know that little bar
where they make the great gin slings?"
You said
"We can walk, it's not that far
and the night will give us wings"

And you were cute, real cute
You did these sexy things with your down-turned eyes
And you went deep, real deep
I said, "Oh God- the way I feel tonight....."

Refrain:
All you wanted was a ticket to the tropics
All you wanted was a ticket to the tropics
All you wanted was a ticket to a tropic zone
I should have known

You said
"Wouldn't it be very hot
if we did this in the sun?"
You said
"And my cash flow's very low
but you know, it can be done"
You said
"I'll supply the loving touch,
If you provide the funds"

And you were smooth, too smooth
On the windy street, as you grabbed my hand
You said "Do it right,
Let me handle you in the warm, wet sand"

Refrain
You said
"London in the winter's a drag,
Don't be a slag
Let's go!"

And you were sweet, real sweet
You told the most appealing kind of lies
And you went deep, real deep
But you never really got inside.....

Refrain

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music (BMI) and
Eighties Music (ASCAP)

She Can't Say That Anymore

(She said) I never thought I'd live to see the day
(She said) Anyone could turn my head the other way
She squirmed beside him, her mind was made
Now she can't say that anymore

(She said) I've never done this sort of thing before
(She said) Once you get started, it ain't all that hard
Then he got up and locked the cheatin' door
Now she can't say that anymore

At home the porch light's burning
As she fumbles for the key
Tonight she jumped some fences
But she didn't quite get free
She's cool as a salesman
As she opens the door
She's breaking in a new routine
For the man who walks the floor
Now she can't say that anymore

(She said) My Ma insisted that I stay a while
(She said) You're treatin' me as if I were on trial
I never lied to you
She kinda smiled
Now she can't say that anymore

At home the porch light's burning
As she fumbles for the key
Tonight she jumped some fences
But she didn't quite get free
She's cool as a salesman
As she opens the door
She's breaking in a new routine
For the man who walks the floor

Now she can't say that anymore
Now she can't say that anymore
Now she can't say that anymore
Now she can't say that anymore


Quicksand Lover
(Cristina/Don Was/Bruce Nazarian)

Lorraine wanted money
Thought it was funny
Jamie typing out his heart
And starving for his art
Now he works for a bank
But she's not here to thank
She's with a polo player
In The Argentine

Refrain:

She'll suck you in
She'll put in sync with sin
You can't run for cover
She's a quicksand lover
When she's finished you off
She'll grin

Ann was a schoolgirl
Dennis was a tennis star
He's married to a model now
He didn't take Anne quite that far
She has a heartache
She has a habit
And he has breakfast cereal
On national TV

Refrain

Lila wanted love
She thought William was the answer
He said "I love you, too
Now come and meet this dancer
Whips plus three's the life I've led
There's the door, or here's the bed"
So she went along for the ride

Refrain

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music (BMI), Los Was
Cosmopolitanos and Beezer Music
All rights for Los Was Cosmopolitanos
and Beezer Music controlled worldwide
by Ackee Music, Inc. (ASCAP)


Rage and Fascination
(Cristina/Joe Mavety/
Ben Brierly)

I expected love and passion
But this seems to be my ration
Dealt out from on high
As I feel the years slip by...

The flipside of love is hate, they say
When I toss our coin
Only comes up one way
But I keep tossing
In rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
As I watch you...

When you're cruel, that's not what keeps me here
I'm not on a torch-song bender
You're too bitchy for my notions of a man
And your arms are far too slender
It's just my admiration
We do things very well
It takes a lot of know-how
Making such a stylish hell
All that disdain spiked with mutual acclaim
As we perfect our game
In rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
As I watch you...

You can make me feel like nothing with a gesture
It's like self-applause when you tug at your tie
I rifle all your pockets for forgotten change
when you're asleep
If you notice, then I lie

Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly
It's a whole new way to die
In rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
Rage and fascination
As I watch you...

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music (BMI) and
Island Music, Inc. (BMI)
All rights for Losd Was Cosmopolitanos controlled
worldwide by Ackee Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

Ballad of Immoral Earnings

There was a time, now very far away
When we set up together, I and she
I had the brains, and she supplied the breast
I saw her right, and she supported me -
A way of life then, if not quite the best.
And when a client came I'd climb out of our bed
And treat him nice, and go and have a drink instead.
When he paid up I would address him: Sir
Come any time you feel you fancy her.
That time's gone past, but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?

That was the time, now very far away
He was so sweet he bashed me where it hurt.
And when the cash ran out the feathers really flew
He'd up and say: I'm going to pawn your skirt.
A skirt is nice, but no skirt is OK too.
He had his cheek, he kept me locked away all day
But came the night he brought acquaintances to play.
If I'd object he'd knock me headlong down the stairs
I had the bruises off and on for years.
That time's gone past, but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?

That was a time now very far awy
Not that our state seems much improved today
When afternoons were all I had for you
I told you she was generally booked up
(The night's more normal, but daytime will do)
Once I was pregnant, so the doctor said
So we reversed positions on the bed
You thought your weight would make it premature
But in the end we flushed it down the sewer
That could not last, but what would I not give
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?


What's a Girl to Do?
(Cristina/Don Was/Barry Reynolds)

Refrain:
My life is in a turmoil
My thighs are black and blue
My sheets are stained, so is my brain
What's a girl to do?

I've passed out with a novel
Or a needle in my hand
I've passed out with a ragdoll
And I've passed out with a man...
I say my three Hail Marys
I daily paint my face
My friends decay around me
And I view them with distaste...

Refrain

Well, some girls have a mission
And some girls have their work
Some marry with precision
And some just dish the dirt...

And once I had a lover
And I once had a profession
And once I laughed at nothing
And they called it a depression...

I've tried dancing up and down
The wrong side of the track
And I've walked on the right side
Or just lain here on my back...

So I think I'll quit while I'm behind
Now that I'm twenty-two
My sheets are stained, so is my brain
What's a girl to do?

(c)1982 Sleep It Off Music (BMI)/
Airstream Music Ltd./Los Was
Cosmopolitanos
All rights for Airstream Music Ltd.
controlled in the USA and Canada by
Island Music, Inc. (BMI)
All rights for Los Was Cosmopolitanos
controlled worldwide by
Ackee Music, Inc. (ASCAP)


The Lie of Love
(Cristina/Barry Reynolds)

He gets the mean reds
She gets the gray blues
She's passive on pills
He's vicious on booze
She likes the late movie
He likes the late news

She smiles when she's sad
He sneers when he's gay
They don't seem to care that
They've nothing to say
She just reads lots of books
While he plays games that pay

She says, What the hell dear
The fact is we're here
Let's live the lie
of love
Let's live the lie
of love


She needed his strength
He needed her fear
She's scared of the dark
He's scared that he's queer
She only drinks wine
He prefers beer

He likes latest models
They let him pretend
They never make waves
They never say when
While she traffics in tough guys
Who swear they're real men

They come home and swear
It won't happen again-
They live the lie of love
They live the lie of love.

He gets the mean reds
She gets the gray blues
She's passive on pills
He's vicious on booze
She likes the late movie
He likes the late news

He says, We've nothing to gain
Still we've nothing to lose
Let's live the lie of love
Let's live the lie of love

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music (BMI) and
Airstream Music Ltd.
All rights for Airstream Music Ltd.
controlled in the U.S.A. and Canada
by Island Music, Inc. (BMI)

Blue Money

Photographers smile
Take a break for a while
Do your best, your very best
Take five, honey
Five, honey

Well, you search in your bag
You light up a fag
You think it's a drag
But you know you're so glad
To be alive, honey
Alive, honey

You say, When this is all over
I'll be in clover
I'll go out and spend all my
Blue money, blue blue money
Blue money, blue blue money

The cameramen smile
Take a rest for a while
Do your best, your very best
Take five, honey
Five, honey

Well, you search in your bag
You light up a fag
You think it's a drag
But you know you're so glad
To be alive, honey
Alive, honey

You say, When this is all over
We'll be in clover
We'll go out and spend all my
Blue money, blue blue money
Blue money, blue blue money

Do do do do, do do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do do

The boyfriends smile
Do it just for a while
Do your best, your very best
Earn it honey, earn it honey
Well he lights up a fag
He says, I know it's a drag
But don't make me mad
Don't burn it honey, burn it honey
'Cause when this is all over
We'll be in clover
We'll go out and spend all of that
Blue money, blue blue money
Blue money, blue blue money

When this is all over
We'll be in clover
We'll go out and spend all of my
Blue money, blue blue money
Blue money, blue blue money


He Dines Out on Death
(Cristina/Ben Brieley)

How could she do it?
There's nothing to it
A fistful of pills in a foreign hotel
She left a note calling him
Heartless and ruthless
And wishing him well, wishing him well....

Now he dines out on death.

"How could she do it?
Can I live through it?"
In this week's chic restaurant
He touches the hand
Of a vapid-eyed girl who once put sweet lips to it
She says, "I understand, oh, I understand...."

Now he dines out on death.

"How could she do it?
Let's help him live through it"
Say the New York hostesses
"He takes it so well
He lends such distinction to her self-extinction
Let's throw him a party, he must be in hell...."

Now he dines out on death.

(c)1984 Sleep It Off Music and Island Music, Inc. (BMI)