Your wine, it tastes so sweet   But it's no affaire d'amour   I can hear the ghosts of 14th St.   As they are running out the door      Can't you see you have no connections   It's plain to see you have no connections      You're oblivious to me   As you climb out of the top   Of some truck Limousine   Still filming your scene      You're talking way too loud   But there's nothing to exchange   You prefer to dine with your own crowd   Out there grazing on the range      Oh, can't you see you have no connections   It's plain to see you have no connections   No connections   It's plain to see you have no connections      You're oblivious to me   Now you're talking in the dark   Through my favorite scene   My favorite scene