I`ve been lightin` matches in the boiler room,
Wearing sulphur perfume.
(Don`t I smell nice?)
You come sniffin` around just like you own the joint,
You know it`s rude to point.
(Don`t make me tell you twice.)
Well I like the way you walk,
That`s why I left my door unlocked.
I must be going off half-cocked. (I sometimes do.)
You think it`s funny, but I know it ain`t no joke.
There`s nothing left to read in here, there`s nothing left to smoke.
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess I`d better start.
(I`ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk,
Now I`m thinking that I`m sunk.
(And I can`t swim.)
I`m drowning in the back seat of a `61 Bel Air,
I got a mouthful of your hair.
(A handful of skin.)
I ain`t suffocating,
I`m just sick and tired of waiting.
Stop this pointless hesitating. (Pull me in.)
There`s an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky.
I`m turning on the radio, they`re playing "Let it Ride."
Before the band the band kicks in, I guess I`d better start.
(I`ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.)
We could cruise the lake like psychos,
Scare the kids on motorcycles.
(There ain`t nothing I would rather do.)
It`s 3-D on the TV, but it`s empty on the street.
If it weren`t for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete.
And I should say this, before this whole thing even starts,
I`ll stomp a mud hole in your heart.