Happy Hooker Regina Spektor

I've been looking at you all night long
I've been looking at you all night long
You with your street-walking shoes
And your street-walking eyes
I see nothing wrong

But don't look at me that way, baby
I can't help you
My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords
Don't look at me that way, baby
I can't help you
My life is just a melody and chords, chords, chords
I go home so broke and lonely every night
All I got in my pocket are these rhyming words
And more words and more words, and more and more words

Besides, here comes your baby
Better look away
Better give her a kiss and buy her a glass of Chardonnay
Don't worry about me, baby
I'm just what you might call a-live entertainment
But I stopped caring a long time ago, I don't give a fuck
'Cause it pays the rent

I'm just a happy hooker riding bicycles and boys in the park
Never was much of a looker but always knew my way around in the dark
Loving's just a pastime
Singing's just a pastime too
This whole life is just a pastime
And we're passing right through