I Can't Go Past Without Going Inside

I can't go past without going inside Where there're seats and a free whiskey neat I can hang up my coat I can put up my feet But I don't think I'll ever feel dry Yeah, I don't think that I'll ever feel dry And I don't think I'll ever feel dry And I don't think that I'll ever feel dry No matter how hard that I try Yeah, I can't go past without going inside Where the clothes turn my head from the street They can tell me what's what At the finest boutique But who knows if I'll wear what I buy Yeah, who knows if I'll wear what I buy Who knows if I'll wear what I buy Who knows if I care what I sign Who knows If I care what I sign Okay, I can't go past without going inside Where she tells me she thinks I am sweet I enjoy her quick wit And I'm good with her tits But I make love without it supplied Yeah, I make love I make love I make love when you can't even ask me why Uh-huh, I can't go past without going inside Where I keep myself silent for weeks There's nothing to eat Except cannibal sweets But I can't seem to stop passing by