been flirting with you for a while 
i like your eyes, i like your style 
when you said you liked mine too 
i thought i could get close to you 
you called me often, made me laugh 
(and)soon we had made dinner plans 
we ate a lot and i got drunk 
we closed the restaurant down
i was thinking "is it your place or mine?" 
you said you didn’t have the time 
you said you had to work but it was already past2 


*are you a doctor? 
are you an artist? 
are you the man 
who cleans the streets when i’m in bed?
are you a writer 
do you drive a taxi until dawn? 
(or) am i just too naive to know 
what’s going on?

last friday i went out with friends 
to hear my favorite dj spin
i danced until my feet got sore 
then i saw you on the floor 
i asked you to come dance with me 
you said " i’d love to but you see, 
even though you’re looking fine, 
i’m working. i don’t have the time."
but you’re not behind the bar, 
you’re not bouncing or parking cars 
so tell me what exactly do you do 



*are you a doctor? 
are you an artist? 
are you the man 
who cleans the streets when i’m in bed?
are you a writer 
do you drive a taxi until dawn? 
(or) am i just too naive to know 
what’s going on?


at carol’s party last weekend 
i brought you by to meet my friends 
then we walked in, the room went dead 
someone took me aside and said, 
"i don’t think he’s you type, 
he deals drugs every night 
and besides that he has a girlfriend or two."

so, you’re not a doctor 
you’re not an artist 
you’re not the man who cleans the streets 
when i’m in bed, no,no 
you’re not a writer 
you don’t drive a taxi until dawn 
i guess i was too naive to know 
what’s going on