What we`re doing is so wrong, and what you`re wearing is so right (it`s so tight) but I`ve never felt better, so I`m going out to get her and I don`t care what set of wheels I steal to get there. Balance is a minor setback. What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine. She sure as hell ain`t you, but lord knows she`ll have to do. She don`t know I`m alive but neither do I so there`s nothing left to lose. If I could only make it make you want to want me. One more drink, I think, should do. I wish that I could say I love to watch you walk away, but you probably won`t be back in time to hear it. So it`s just as well. No one out there gets back in alive. So I`ll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can`t get near it. Strike when ready. Burn the highway down. Let me hear her high heels moan. I`m ready, set, go. There`s cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her car to the bedroom. Only the lonesome love us. Only the careless can handle us. What`s wrong with us that we`re so unamused?