Scoundrels Lyrics

This is a song for scoundrels

And all the women who love them,

This is a song for scoundrels

And all the women who love them

Brokenhearted lovers,

with broken constitutions

and minds

You washed off all of the stink

when I left you alone in the bed

When I had finished

Bottles on the floor

Dollars for the score

My jacket's on the door

Always want a little bit more

She's collecting but-nows

And if-thens

You know she's comparing you to all those other men

Such scoundrels

Brokenhearted lovers

With broken constitutions

And minds

Washed off all the stink

I left you alone

In your bed when I had finished

Fucking scoundrels

She's collecting but-nows

And if-thens

You know she's comparing you to all those other men

Such scoundrels

This is a song for scoundrels

And all the women who love them,

This is a song for scoundrels

And all the women who love them

Who makes space for love anymore?

Certainly not scoundrels

Who makes space for love anymore?

Certainly not scoundrels

Who makes space for love anymore?

Certainly not scoundrels