ODE TO ANTHROPOLOGIE, TO CHRIS ISAAK’S “WICKED GAME”

Wallet’s on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make flat broke people do.
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I’d lose so much money to you.

No, I don’t want to fall in love (This store is only gonna break the bank)
No, I don’t want to fall in love (This store is only gonna break the bank)
With you (This store is only gonna break the bank)

What a wicked game to play, to make me spend this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, this dress fits perfectly.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me look this good.

And I want to fall in love (This store is only gonna break the bank)
No, I want to fall in love (This store is only gonna break the bank)
With you.

Wallet’s on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make flat broke people do.
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I’d give so much money to you.

No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I… (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody saves money.

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