Strictly Business

I saw you creeping in the doorways
I saw you peeping at the cards
The French lessons and the photographs
The black leather and the tarts

They all seem to be happy
They all seem to be happy
There's something missing in their eyes
It's all slapping on the thighs

No cards, no cheques, no IOU's
No promises, no way
It's strictly business, understand
It's strictly business

I see you fishing for a cigarette
You want a red light mama
She'll give you good conversation
A special bedside manned

She'll make you feel like a million
She'll make you feel like a million
But she'll be robbing you blind you

No cards, no cheques, no IOU's
No promises, no way
It's strictly business, baby
It's strictly business, red light mama

She knows you're looking for a lover
But she'll be looking for your cash
You'll get a good time Johnny
You won't remember the crash

And you'll be singing in the bathroom
With the invisible choir
And she'll be running through your pockets
And leave you hanging in the mire

No cards, no cheques, no IOU's
No promises, no way
It's strictly business, understand
It's strictly business
Rock-Bop-A-Lu-Ma