Dollar Bills

Each night, I'm at the bar

Each night, at the bar, yeah

Each night, I'm at the bar

Dollar bills sweating in my hands

Others, they pout and prance

Others, pout and prance, yeah

Others, they pout and prance

Their bodies glistening and tanned

You tell me that your name is Steve

But your girlfriend calls you Joey

When she picks you up at 3

I wonder if she would be pleased

That the smell of massage oil

On my fingers helps to send me off to sleep

I watch you work the bar

I watch you work the bar, yeah

I watch you work the bar

Hands reaching up between your thighs

Then my turn comes around

My turn comes around, yeah

My turn comes around

And you look deep into my eyes

So to me, you'll always be Steve

Though your girlfriend calls you Joey

When she picks you up at 3

I really don't care if she's pleased

That the smell of massage oil

On my fingers helps to get me off to sleep