作词 : Buckner
Tough-is-as-she-does, won't you slump on over and stir my shuffle down? 
For once, devotion is enough. But the walk you whittle: 
another dream, another drink. 
(over in the basement, not an inch between I'm yours and I have to leave.) 
Take care, you throaty fare; a shade away, a braid along, 
shy a day or two of what I've done; what I said I wouldn't do. 
This poured out picker? Through a cold 750, there's a view I barely see. 
What if I just showed up tonight, while the crush was crumbling 
from the tule fog inside; like the mark you left w/o a sound. 
Let me in and lay me out. 
Two rooms of yours: one w/ a runner, the other w/ a runaway, 
and vows abound in infidels: 
waved along and swept away.