This is but a figment of your imagination,
What you see is what you get.
So imagine me guiding your hips,
With short breath from lips and my tongue inducing persuasion.

Then take another drag from that cigarette for everything's all set up to be,
Cause tonight we drown ourselves to New Orleans.

Grind baby grind
You know it's only for tonight.
Make it everything you wanted.

Short fat collared bum with a mess of blood red lips and buttercup thighs.
A rip of the shirt and another step back,
Fall on top and just close your eyes.

Take that bitter medicine,
And chase it down with two shots of gin
Cause you know how well they mix.
You know it's only for tonight.

Now that you've got me thinkin'
You're the first thing on my mind.

This is but a figment of your imagination
What you see is what you get.

Only for tonight

And now that you've got me thinkin',
You're the first thing on my mind.
Now that you've got me thinkin'
Now that you've got me.

The director is dead and the house lights just went black.
Didn't you ever feel the connection?
Grab my gun to grab your attention.

Spill my brains, spill my guts
Let it rain to fill my guts
This is the best thing for the both of us
I know it's only for tonight.

This is but a figment of your imagination
And what you see is what you get.

You got what you wanted,
A night on the town
Take it or skip it,
You better run like hell into the sunrise,
And what will become of a missing person sweetheart and a hole in the ground.

Another round for the table, this one's on me
So drink up, to the self afflicted,
Here's to us.