We were drinking colorado bulldogs When inspiration struck And we knew it was high time For us to change our own luck We cracked a couple coca colas open Mixed them up with vodka and some coffee liqueur Poured in some cold milk, raised our glasses high to old friends My love for you is ninety-eight percent pure
But the two percent that remains Has fried the circuits in my brain
I got out my smoking jacket You put on some fishnets and your smart black beret We cut quite a figure in the mirror And then we were on our way Oh would that you would kiss me With the kisses of your mouth 'Cause your mouth is sweeter than wine And has a more complicated history than the American South
As the evening Took us in You could've popped the tension With a safety pin
We went down to Pete Brown Chevrolet 'Cause Pete Brown can satisfy all your new car needs We were nicely oiled by then Our internal transponders picking up satellite feeds From well worn ancient places Our eager young sales rep handed us the keys We drove about three quarters of a mile All that's left for us now are moments like these
We parked behind the high school away from the light And the flames climbed high into the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
