Habit Lyrics - Jump Little Children

Scene one. 

Curtain up. 

See the couple, coffee shop 

Beatniks beating out beebop 

Rainy day, skies are grey 

But the couple feeling gay 

Boy is laughing at her joke 

Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke 

She should quit, yes she knows 

But she's happy as she blows 

Down the cafe, through the bar 

Pass the hippies and the jars 

Of the bean that they drink 

Everyday, every week 

They should quit, coffee's bad 

Makes you crazy, fucking mad 

But they say in defense: 

(With a pause for suspense) 

"It's the stuff of the gods 

Sexy smart hot rods! 

Roller coaster! Hurricanes! 

Super-sonic jet planes!" 

They should quit, yes they know 

But where the hell would they go? 

They're like me, in a bind... 

Don't you see? 

Love ain't blind 

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I could make a habit out of you 

Scene two. 

Same play 

Same people 

Different day 

In a car with no top 

No speed limits, no cops 

Girl is driving, she's the queen 

In control of this machine 

She is talking much too loud 

Excited by the sound 

They are screaming, buzzing hard 

Open road, super car 

What they need is some speed 

105 is the key 

Life is short, so they say 

Carpe diem, seize the day 

Unlike me, in a bind 

I don't get it, love ain't blind 

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I could make a habit out of you 

Scene three. 

City streets 

Buying shit, selling too 

Need a fix or some food? 

Or some sex? There's a whore 

Looking beautiful but bored 

Like to drink? 

There's a bar 

Need a lift? 

Take my car 

A stop for every whim 

Your heart's desire lets you in 

In this city, in this scene 

At this party you are queen 

You're addicted to the lights 

To the sounds, to the sights 

To the pleasure, to the pain 

The hot nights, the cold rain 

To the smoke, to the drink 

To the buzz, don't think 

To danger to the fear 

To the speed, it's fifth gear 

All the time, night or day 

There is no choice, it's just the way 

You should quit, yes you know 

But where the hell would you go? 

You're like me, in a bind 

Now you see 

Love ain't blind 

I could make a habit out of you