The boys at the pool, all shiny and lean
Their cocktails are melting from the heat off their jeans
And they call it party time, happy hour
I thought I was done with this life
A lawyer is leaning about his capital gains
On some sweet little honey who's impressed by his cocaine
I see the fat boy show his money to the young girl in need
I'd almost forgot what it was like
And then you threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
Now I'm a victim of the nightlife
How perfect you were with your explanation
A woman of the eighties, so filled with expression
As you told me, you're nobody's fool, nobody's lover
I've already forgotten your face, but I remember
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
Now I'm a victim of the nightlife
Desperately free
Searching for me
With the wolves
And you told me you're nobody's fool, nobody's lover
I've already forgotten your face, but I remember
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
Now I'm a victim of the nightlife
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
You threw me to the wolves
And they ate my heart away
Wolves was written by John Palumbo.
Wolves was produced by John Palumbo.