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?