 
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 | Inside My Mind This Time | 
| 3 | Close My Eyes | 
| 4 | The Ice Cream Song | 
| 5 | Last Cigarette | 
| 6 | Formality | 
| 7 | Catalyst | 
| 8 | Time On My Hands | 
| 9 | Runnin' From Yesterday | 
| 10 | Cardboard Love Song |