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