Absinthe

She's got a place up in Hollywood Hills
A black cab and a pocket full of pills
She's intense but she's lookin' for a kill
And she's alone tonight

I've got it all but I want a little more
I'm like the fat kid in a candy store
I bring the pain every time I hit the door
But I'm alone tonight

And nobody came
Still I partied
And nobody came
Still I partied, but I don't mind (but I don't mind)

Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah

Six o'clock by a New York flat
She works the crowd like a tidler mat
Absinthe and a Cadillac
And she is yours tonight

I've got it all but I want a little more
I'm like the fat kid in a candy store
I bring the pain that you've never seen before
But I'm yours tonight

And nobody came
Still I partied
And nobody came
Still I partied, but I don't mind (but I don't mind)
And nobody came
Still I partied
And nobody came
Still I partied, but I don't mind (but I don't mind)

But I don't mind
But I don't mind
But I don't mind

Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah

And nobody came
Still I partied
And nobody came
Still I partied, but I don't mind (but I don't mind)
And nobody came
Still I partied
And nobody came
Still I partied, but I don't mind (but I don't mind)
But I don't mind
But I don't mind

But I don't mind (but I don't mind)
But I don't mind