Scene one, curtain up      See the couple, coffee shop   Beatniks beating out beebop   Rainy day, skies are gray   But the couple feeling gay      Boy is laughing at her joke   Girl, embarrassed, takes a smoke   She should quit, yes, she knows   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?      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      I could make a habit out of you   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, that's just the way      Yeah, you should quit, yes, you know   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   I could make a habit out of you   I could make a habit out of you   I could make a habit out of you