The red red lips 
Of some secret solution 
The Central Intelligence Agency 
Has a file that's a mile longer than peace 
She's naked on the phone 
Watching them back 
No eyes just their stupid grins 
They long to be liberal mannequins 
And in their tiny room 
They eat Chinese food 
And they don't call their wives 
Cause the girl in the window is 
Pressing her breasts 
Up against the window pane 
The guy they're after 
On the floor below her 
Is cutting cocaine 
Higher than the building 

A one way trip 
Who ever thought she'd miss 
The ins and outs of oxygen 
The darkest side of the biggest God damn ride 
You've ever been on 
Her mother loves that show 
Even though she never gets the answers right 
It's easier to play along 
Sometimes more than being wrong 
They found her in her room 
Wearing a pink bunny suit 
In sour cherry lipstick 
Hanging from the closet door 
Her eyes were wide maybe to despise 
Maybe just to look into your head light 
Morning glow 

And this is it, well this is it 
Prime time deliverance 

That you have and you hold 
And you have and you hold 
And you have and you hold 
And you have and you hold 
And you have and you hold 
And you have and you hold 

And she says the best thing you can do 
Is hang around for a while