So we were cruising on down the strip
After some stripping of our own
She said âcould you stop right here for a second, baby?
I need to use the phone.â
I slowed down and steered to the right
I felt tired, âtwas well past nightfall
When I leaned back, she grabbed my receiver, baby
What happened to that call?
She said âcome on, you know what I meant.
I wanted to borrow your tool.â
I said âsorry, but I'm out of gas.
I need some time to refuel.â
Her plan had sprung a flat,
So I sat and thought for a while
Then I slipped my hand into the glovebox, baby
That certainly gave her a smile
1 | Don't You Dare |
2 | Close My Eyes |
3 | Inside My Mind This Time |
4 | Last Cigarette |
5 | The Ice Cream Song |
6 | Catalyst |
7 | Runnin' From Yesterday |
8 | Time On My Hands |
9 | Formality |
10 | Cardboard Love Song |