On a Slow Night - Metric

True beautiful one

What have you gone and done?

I can see all your moves are new

Tell me, what did that salesman do to you?

That catalogue replaced

The fine mind behind your face

No human trio can compete

When that three-way mirror meets your eye

On a slow night

On a slow night

How you would walk the fashion mile

Hand-me-down and call it style

Well, your boots were scratchy black

And your hat was just a hat

Yeah, though lips on you were plain

The better to a kiss sustain

On a slow night

On a slow night