It was the heat of the night I think   Or it could've been the effect of the drink   But I had to brush away the flies   That started to collect around your eyes   I've still the taste of the sweat and the dust   You're still playing games and abusing my trust      In the heat of the night   In the glow of the light   It's the back and the bite   That's feeling alright   Do you use up bodies like cigarettes   Do you need them for ego   Do you need them for sex      It was a bite of a night gone wrong   And the effect of listening to negative songs   Stuck in a love scene from blood and sand   And the way the room keeps spinning around   I steal the taste of the sweat and the dust   (Now I know what they mean by looks can kill)   You're still playing games and abusing my trust   (And they're having a strange effect on the way I feel)      In the heat of the night   In the glow of the light   It's the back and the bite   That's feeling alright   Do you use up bodies like cigarettes   Do you need them for ego   Do you need them for sex      And you're moaning about your wasted life   Lying there listening to "Spanish Eyes"   With the cups on the floor   And the plates in the sink   And the room full of smoke   And then you full of drink      You skin's going dry   And the colour of sand   Ignore the cigarette burning your hand